I wake up the next morning and it's a miracle, my black eye is gone. Hmm, I guess putting the ice on it did work. What ever, I dash out of the bathroom and put some clothes on. Still deciding if I should go to school today. I start pacing myself and think, whether I should go or not. I get a text. I pick my phone up and it's Blake, ugh what could he want now? I open the message and read it. 'Are you going to school today?' I reply back, 'Idk why?' 'Because, I wanna know' 'I don't know, I'm still thinking about it.' 'Well, you should Bentley got a schedule change and we switched 7th period. So now I'm in your class.' Well I guess that changed my mind. 'Okay, I think I'll go today. But if anything bad happens, I'm gonna drop out.' 'Why would you do that, it's your senior year. This is supposed to be the best year of your high school life?' 'Well, obviously, it's not so far.' 'Well, anyways I'll see you at school.' 'Yeah, bye.'
And with that are conversation was over. I put my phone down and grab some clothes out of my closet, not even caring what I chose. Well, I grabbed a I Hate You sweatshirt, grey jeans and my grey Converses. Let's just say I have lots of Converses. I put those on and do my hair and make up. I really don't wanna go, but then there's something inside of me telling me I should. I grab my back pack and car keys and walk out the house. ( http://www.polyvore.com/haha/set?id=72971076 )
I enter my repaired truck and start the engine, I'll never miss the roar of the engine. I shift it out of park into reverse. I back out of the driveway and change shift it to drive. I drive to school, leaving Bracey because I was well ready to go I guess. I make it to school and park. I take the keys out and put them in my backpack. I take a deep breath and let it out as I open my door. I close the door and look up from the ground, everybody staring at me. I walk up to the gate and sit on one of the benches and wait for Bracey, Lia, or Nekoda to show up. I sit there on my phone when I hear people chatting. 'Isn't that the slut that forced Bentley Scott to have sex with him?' 'Yeah, what a skank.' I look up and see them all looking at me.
I feel my phone vibrate and I look at why it is vibrating. I got a text from Blake. 'You're here right?' 'Yeah, why?' 'Cause, I wanted to make sure.' 'Why are you talking to me?' What do you mean?' 'I've known you since the 6th grade, and you're just now talking to me? Just because I got hurt by your brother doesn't mean you have to be my hero Blake.' 'Well, if you don't want someone other than your friends to actually appreciate you, then tell me. And I'll stop talking to you.' 'No, please don't. I like how we talk to each other, and how I have somebody in the school besides my sister and friends talk to me and not call me a slut, or skank.' 'I just felt sorry because my brother does that to a lot of girls and I haven't really felt anything for them. Your just, different.' Thank god the bell rang because I don't know how I would have replied to that.
I walk up the stairs to my locker and put all my stuff away. I walk to the hallway to go wait out of Mrs. Young's room for first period. I open the door and there they are. The four. Well, there was three there. I realize, Blake wasn't in the group today. As I walk pass them, Colton binder checks me and my papers go everywhere. "Whoops! Sorry slut!" I glare at him, "Cunt." I say as I bend down to gather all my papers. "What was that?" "Nothing." "Yeah, don't talk to me. I don't want to have sex with you." I roll my eyes and stand back up. I turn to face him and point to my shirt. He flicks me off. "Thanks, I know I'm number one!" I say in my head. I make it to her class and wait out in the hall. Bracey, Nekoda and Lia come walking up. "So, you okay so far?" Lia asks me. "Yeah, been called slut 'bout 500 times already." "Aww." She frowns.
The bell rings and we enter the class. I see Blake enter and it kinda looks like he has been sobbing. I look at him more and he has a busted lip. He sits down and he doesn't even look this way. I slouch down in my chair and just block out everything. I feel today is going to be horrible. I have my hands resting on my binder and I feel it vibrate. I secretly open it and grab my phone. Since I'm slouching it's easier to hide my phone. I hid it under the desk and read the text message. It's from Blake. 'This is so boring.' I look up at Mrs. Young. 'I'm not even paying attention.' 'Haha, I can tell.' ':)' '(:' 'You okay Blake?' 'Yeah, why?' 'Cause of your lip and when you walked in you didn't even look over here.' 'Oh, um I'll tell you later about the lip and I didn't want Bentley seeing me looking at you.' 'Oh'
The bell rings and I hurry and put my phone back in my binder and walk to the front of the class. I feel a hand slap my ass and I turn and see Wyatt behind me. "What the hell?!?" "What, who said sluts don't turn me on?" I punch him in the jaw and walk to second period.
(I'm gonna skip to 7th period.)
I enter Mr. Young's class and go take my seat in the back. Ugh, today was horrible. How many guys are gonna slap my butt, or check me out? I take my phone out and check the time. I don't know why I did that, I think I just wanted something to do. Blake enters and I don't know what happened, but all my stress disappeared. Am I crushing on Blake? I shake my head and look up at him. "Hey Bree." I smile, "Hey Blake." "You know what I have noticed?" "What." "That you and your sister have the same initial, and so do me and my brother." I smile and nod, "Me too!" We both laugh. The bell rings and we shush up for Mr. Young to give his directions for the day.
I feel heat around my hand and notice Blake is trying to hold my hand. Blake, why are you doing this to me? I take my hand away. "I'm sorry Blake, not now. Not after what your brother did to me. I'm sorry." His smile fades and he looks at his feet. "I understand, I'm sorry. I-I-I just really like you Bree, and I sorry for trying to do things like that with you. I don't even know if you like me back. I'm sorry." He folds his hands together and I feel sorry. I told myself not to fall for guys again, but his charms are making the law disappear. "Blake, please don't take that the wrong way. I'm just not ready for a relationship yet. I don't know how long it'll take me, to trust another guy. Like I said I really liked your brother, and he really hurt me the other night." I sigh and burry my face into my hands and sighed again. Blake and I are on one side of the room and Bracey and Nekoda are on the other side. Blake takes my hands away from my face. "Bree, I know. I understand. But how can I prove to you, that I won't hurt you." We're sitting on the floor, so it's kinda hard for Mr. Young to see us.
He holds my head in in his hands, "Bree, please tell me." I shake my head away and sigh, trying not to let tears escape my eyes. "I don't know. I'm sorry Blake, but I-I-I just can't be in a relationship right now." He nods his head and takes his phone out. He sends me a message. 'Give me your address and I'll meet you at your place after school. We can talk about it there.' I send him my address. Mr. Young needs are help so we get up and help him with the students.
The bell rings and I head to my locker. I pack my binder in my backpack and put my phone in my back pocket. I grab my keys and close my locker. I head down the stairs. I make it to my truck and enter. Blake comes running up to the window. I roll it down, "Yes?" "I forgot, Bentley took me to school, and he is staying late. So can I ride with you?" "Yeah." I unlock the doors and Blake sits on the passenger's seat.
I turn the radio up and it's on a country station. "Oops, sorry." I reach my hand to change it. "No, no. I like country music." I smile and put my hand back on the wheel. Wanted by Hunter Hayes comes on. Really, it just had to come on now. This song is simply perfection, so I have to sing along with it. I start singing, forgetting Blake is sitting right next to me. We make it to my house by the time the song is over. I pull up in the drive way and stop the truck. "Bree, you're an amazing singer." I smile and start to blush, "Thanks, but no not really." I get out of the truck and Blake does too. We walk up to the front door and I unlock the door and enter. Blake follows behind me. I walk to my room and he is still following me.
"Your room is huge." I turn and face him, "Not really." I say putting my things on my bed. I sit on my bed facing him. "So, what are we gonna talk about??" I say, feeling awkward. "Uhh, I don't really remember. I'm sorry I have so many things on my mind." "It's okay Blake, don't apologize it's nothing really." I smile, so he can smile too. I get up and exit my room. "Wanna go to the beach and just walk around and watch the sunset?" Blake asks. "Yeah I guess, just as long as you don't play anything and it isn't a date."
