The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part LXIII: Camgirl 101

LXIII: Blake

Blake

Blake slammed the door to her apartment, and immediately cringed. She didn't like it when people did that, but fuck she was angry.

Angry at Liam, angry at the situation, angry at that guy, angry at herself. And she was angry about being so fucking angry at all.

She was also relieved to finally be home. Her paranoia wasn't gone, but she was sure no one had followed her, and now she was safe.

Groaning as she walked into the main living area, Blake set down her bag next to the kitchen island and turned to pour herself a bowl of cereal. Her hands were still a little shaky.

She yelped, jumping when she saw Sophie at the counter already doing that, dressed in a little pink romper Blake couldn't remember seeing before.

Wow, she looks adorable in that, Blake thought even as her heart threatened to hammer a hole through her chest.

Sophie raised an eyebrow at Blake, then offered her some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, "Yikes. Bad final?" Blake sighed, accepting the cereal. She went to grab herself a bowl, but Sophie was one step ahead of her, handing her a bowl, then the milk.

"The final went great, actually," she said, "Pretty sure I aced it. It was after the final that didn't go so well."

Sophie nodded as Blake finished pouring her cereal. Once she finished, Sophie took the box and the milk to return them to their place, and Blake forced it out.

"Someone recognized me."

Sophie tensed, shoving the cereal back into the cabinet and whipping around. She stepped a bit closer, gaze intense as she met Blake's eyes.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Blake's throat grew tight, eyes a little hot. She tried to reign it in, not wanting Sophie to think her reaction was because of what had happened. It was just really nice to have someone that cared as much as Sophie.

Liam cared.

Blake frowned, forcing that thought down. She gave Sophie a half-smile.

"Thank you. I'm as alright as I can be. We got away from him pretty quickly."

Sophie cocked her head, "So Liam was still with you?"

Blake frowned at Sophie's tone, "Yeah?"

Sophie snorted, then grinned, "Yikes. Did the guy that recognized you make it out of there without anything broken?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Sophie frowned, "You've seen the way he looks at you, right? I'm pretty sure that relaxed, thoughtful air of his would be gone in a second if anyone scared you or made you uncomfortable like that. And didn't he do something kind of like that when you first met and were just friends, anyway?"

Blake reached for her bowl of cereal, then reconsidered and gripped the edge of the counter, afraid she might accidentally fling her food everywhere.

"I don't need him to protect me. I can handle cree--that kind of thing on my own."

Blake tried not to refer to anyone who recognized her as a creep. By that logic, Liam would have been a creep. If it was someone she didn't know, however, that was what she had to do, even if they were a nice person who just had the impulse to say hi. Defenses needed to be up, and paranoia turned on. Chloe had taught her that—Camgirl 101.

"I know," Sophie said as she got Blake a spoon, apparently completely oblivious to, or just ignoring her tone, "But it's nice not to have to deal with stuff like that alone, right?"