Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 4}

The next day at school, everyone's eyes are on me and if you haven't figured it out...I don't like to be the center of attention. Some people stare, others glare, and others laugh. As I get to my locker, I fight the urge to turn around and walk away. But I have to go to my locker so I force my feet to walk. Leaning against my locker, is none other than Blake.

"What do you want?" I hiss knowing the whole hallway is listening.

He surveys me, looking me up and down. "Aw, honey, did you wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning?" he asks as he puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Leave me alone," I shrug off his touch.

Unfortunately, he isn't phased by my demeanor. "Come on, you know you want to be married to me," he smirks.

I pretend to think about it for a second. Do I really want to be married to him? Would I ever want to be married to him? The answer to both of those questions is no.

"I would rather be married to a tree," I scowl.

"So you're a tree hugger? I can work with that," he nods.

I walk off, down dealing with his pointless conversation.

"See you later, baby," he calls after me.

"Let's hope not," I respond and quickly make my way to class.

The second I walk into homeroom, Dylan bombards me. "So are you happy with being married to him or are you just saying that?" he asks.

"Dylan, I really don't want to be married to him. I mean, who would want to be married to that?" I shudder, sitting down.

A look of astonishment crosses his face. "You remembered my name," he says as he sits on my desk. 

I scowl up at him but don't push him off. "Is that the only thing you got out of those sentences?" I give him a flat look.

"No, I got, 'Dylan of course I want to be married to him. I mean, who wouldn't be?'" he uses a very bad impression of my voice that sounds high pitched and squeaky.

Do I really sound like that? I hope not because if I really sounded like that I would never speak again.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by Carlos interrupting our conversation. "Are you actually talking to her? And she hasn't pushed you off her desk?" he asks.

"Why don't you shut up before I punch you," I snap, narrowing my eyes at him.

Carlos ignore my threat. "Do you have any interest in her?" Carlos asks Dylan.

Dylan looks at me then looks back at Carlos.

"Um, she's cool," Dylan shrugs.

Carlos raises his eyebrows. "Do you like her?" Carlos further investigates.

What is this guys deal? So what if Dylan likes me? I would never like him back but why is it Carlos' business?

"Well, being that she's married," Dylan shrugs, "I can't like her like that. But, yeah, I guess she's my friend."

"You're married?" Carlos raises his eyebrows.

"What are you? My mother?" I snap, fed up with him prying into my business.

"Alright, students. Simmer down. I got to take role and then you can go back to whatever you were doing," Mr. Bryant says as he walks into the classroom.

"What if we were doing drugs?" I raise an eyebrow.

He stares at me for a second, trying to figure out if I was joking or not. "Then don't do that," he frowns and continues to take role.