Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 9}

A little after Blake leaves, we run out of ice cream. So Matt decides to go out to the store to get more. Even though I'm going grocery shopping later. I don't know why he just couldn't wait. I sit and watch TV for a while before deciding to take a shower. After grabbing a pair of clothes, I go to the bathroom, bringing my phone with me.

Once I'm in the shower, my phone starts ringing. I ignore it and wait for it to go off. Whatever it is, it's going to wait. It goes off and a second later starts ringing again. This continues throughout my whole shower. The second I get out, my phone starts ringing again. I answer it without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" I bark.

"Open your door," Blake's voice demands.

"To the bathroom or to my house?" I raise an eyebrow at the mirror.

"Your house," he answers but it comes out a question.

"Ugh. Give me a second," I say.

"Are you in the bathroom?" he asks and I hang up.

I take my time putting on my clothes, which happens to be a pair of pajama shorts and my Divergent t-shirt. I then pull hair up into a messy bun. When I finish, I slowly walk downstairs and to the door. Throwing it open, I find Blake, Dylan, and Aaron.

"What do you want?" I snap.

"What are you wearing?" Blake asks.

"How did you find where I live?" I retort, ignoring his question.

"You told me earlier," he talks to me like I'm five.

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd remember it," I groan.

"I didn't remember how to get here but Dylan did," he motions to Dylan.

"Bye," I close the door but his foot stops it.

"Nope," he says and they enter my house.

"Leave," I point to the open door.

"Make me," he smirks.

"I can call the police," I threaten.

"And tell them what?" he looks amused.

"I'll tell them you broke into my house and tried to kill me," I narrow my eyes.

"You can't break into someone's house if they open the door for you," Blake fires back.

"I'm taking you two didn't make up?" Dylan eyes us.

"You know what? You can stay. Eat our food. Whatever. I'm going shopping later so I can just buy whatever we need. So if you'll excuse me, I to get ready," I snap, turning on my heel and walking back up the stairs.

I stomp into my room ticked off that I couldn't think of a good enough excuse to get them to leave and slam the door. Downstairs, I can here their voices but not what they're talking about. Like I care. I plug my hairdryer up into the wall and start to blow dry my hair. About fifteen minutes into the task, I receive a text from Atlanta.

Coming home. Be there in fifteen, the text reads.

I respond back, Something in the living room. Ignore it and come up stairs.

I continue drying my hair and about fifteen minutes later I'm done. Picking out the outfit I'm going to wear to the store, I start to change. I'm in the process of putting a new shirt on when the door opens. There's a figure in the doorway. I dive behind my bed and finish putting the shirt on.

"Who is it?" I call from behind my bed.

"Do you have any juice boxes?" Blake's voice asks and I sigh.