Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 5}

The rest of the week goes by pretty fast. Blake and his friends sit with me every single day, even though I've told them to go away. Ms. Goodwin still has a working on our dream house which hopefully will be finished by December.

It's Saturday, finally, and I'm lying in bed when I hear a scream from downstairs. I quickly get up, grab a bat, and run down the stairs looking for the source of the scream. There, on the floor, is my brother.

"What happened? Did someone break in?" I ask.

"No," he moans.

"Then what happened?" I ask looking around anxiously.

"I...I saw a spider," he pants.

"You saw a spider?" I give him a flat a look.

"Yeah," he slowly gets up.

"You're a grown man who's afraid of spiders?" I laugh.

"Hey, the spider was huge," he argues.

"Is this your huge spider?" I ask pointing to a spider barely the width of my pinky.

"Yes," he says.

"You woke me up on a Saturday morning because of a tiny spider?" I growl. "In my defense, it was trying to bite me," he says. I hit him on the head with the bat.

"I hate you," I glower at him and storm back up the stairs.

Stomping inside my room, I fall face forward onto my bed. I turn my head to the side so I can breathe and close my eyes. A second later, my phone rings.

"What?" I snap into the phone, not bother to look at the caller ID.

"Come to the mall. Now," Atlanta says.

"Why?" I groan.

"Because! Just come," she says and hangs up.

I dress in a pair of jeans, a plaid yellow and navy blue shirt, and my favorite black flats. After putting my hair in a side braid, I hop down the stairs. Grabbing the keys to my truck, I run outside. As I pull out the driveway, I receive a text.

Are you on your way? Atlanta asks.

Yes, I reply and throw my phone into the passenger seat.

Once I arrive at the mall, I send Atlanta a text. She tells me to meet her at the food court, my favorite place. I park my truck in front of the food court and walk inside. Before looking for Atlanta, I buy myself breakfast because I forgot to eat.

Once I've gotten my food, I turn around and search for Atlanta. Not only do I see Atlanta, I also see Blake, Dylan, Nolan, Aaron, and Jack. And to make matters worse, Stacey and her friends are here, too. I'm debating whether I should turn around and drive home when they see me. Blake starts waving his arms really obnoxiously. Sighing, I roll my eyes and make my way over to them.

"You came," Blake sounds amazed.

"Yeah, that was before I knew you were going to be here," I scowl.

"Blayke, it's so wonderful to see you again," Stacey says her voice dripping with fakeness.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" Blake asks.

"She didn't mean you, idiot," I elbow him in the ribs.

"Ow," he rubs the spot I elbowed him and I roll my eyes.

"What's your name, sugar?" Stacey asks Blake.

"What," Blake says.

I stare at him for a second, confused as to how he could not understand that simple of a question when I realize he's telling Stacey is name is What.