Before Emma knew it, it was the end of Blake's shift, and after saying their goodbyes to Philo, they headed to his house. Just like he said, the house was completely empty except for them.
"Your parents really just leave you alone by yourself all day?" It was weird to her, because her parents always kept tabs on her. Even when she wasn't home, they would ask their friends around the neighborhood to keep an eye out for her; it was the same way at school. She never felt completely alone; someone was always watching her.
"Yeah, pretty much. Sometimes they'll come home for lunch, but normally I won't see them all day. It's usually just me and Alex."
Pouting, she found that kind of sad; it sounded pretty lonely. But then again, Blake was a loner; maybe he didn't mind it as much as she thought he would. They walked up the stairs to his room. "Sounds pretty lonely."
He opened the door and they walked inside. She sat down on the edge of his bed. He handed her his TV remote before pulling his phone out of his pocket. "When I was younger, it was, but I've gotten used to it."
Who would he ask for help when he needed it? Who would Alex play toys with? She guessed they just had each other, and that was enough. At least they had each other. "Well, if you ever need someone, I'm right down the road," she said with a smile, turning on the TV to Netflix.
He called Dominos to order a pizza. "Thanks for the invite, by the way. I'm ordering a pizza. I don't know about you, but I'm starving and need a shower." After ordering the pizza, he stood up, looking at his oil-stained shirt. Pulling it over his head, her jaw dropped watching him. His dark blue jeans hung loosely on his hips, a V-line showing his beautiful abs in plain view. He ran his fingers through his hair, tossing his dirty shirt into a bin at the corner of the room.
"Go ahead and pick whatever girly romance movie you want. You can change into one of my shirts. Make yourself at home. I should be out by the time the pizza's here." He walked out of the bedroom into the bathroom, closing and locking it behind him.
She set the remote on the bed before standing up, walking over to his closet. Pulling it open, she was hit in the face with the smell of his cologne and cigarettes. Looking through his shirts, he had a few different band shirts and graphic tees. She pulled out a dark blue button-up shirt with pink tropical flowers. It was giving tropical retreat getaway, and she loved it. She could definitely picture him wearing it with the top three buttons undone, and of course, his signature rings. She took off her top and slid down her jeans, putting her arms through the sleeves of his Hawaiian shirt. Buttoning it up, it fell mid-thigh length.
Feeling okay with this, she sat back on the corner of the bed, grabbing the remote, scrolling through the movie list. She picked The Barbie Movie because she had been wanting to see that after seeing the trailer. A few minutes after pressing play, she heard a knock at the door downstairs. She suddenly panicked because Blake hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.
Walking downstairs, stopping midway, she yelled, "Pizza's here, Blake!" As she reached the door, she slowly opened it, completely blindsided by the person holding the pizza box. He gave her an awkward smile. "Hey, Emma, is that you?" said Chan, looking over her outfit, making her very aware of her naked legs.
"You live here?" She shook her head. She hadn't seen him much after the night at the dance, which she wasn't complaining about after his dickish behavior. She didn't want to talk to him, but she knew she had to.
"No, I don't live here. I'm just staying the night." He nodded his head, handing her the pizza box. The box was warm in her hands, and she looked anywhere but his eyes. "I'm just waiting for my umm..." She didn't know whether to say Blake's name or just say 'friend'. "The person who's paying." Sure, that was great... what the hell was she thinking?
He leaned against the door frame. "You look good. I like your little outfit." Was this dude for real? Did he completely forget how he acted at the dance? There was no way she would even want someone like him. She was just about to give him a piece of her mind when she felt a hand around her waist, and Chan's eyes widened slightly.
"I like the outfit too, baby. I'm sorry I took so long to get the money. I know you hate to be kept waiting," Blake said, kissing the side of her neck. She turned, looking up at him. Her eyes grew big, seeing he only had a dark towel around his waist. With the hand that wasn't around her, he handed Chan $20. "Keep the change," he said before slamming the door closed in his shocked face.
When the door was closed, he laughed, pulling away from her, taking the pizza.
They headed upstairs back into his bedroom. He set the pizza on his bed and pulled on a pair of black boxers underneath the towel before removing it. She climbed into bed under the blanket "Was that really necessary, Blake?" he picked up the box, climbing into the bed beside her under the blanket, setting the box in the middle on their laps.
He handed her the remote and opened the lid. "Yes, he doesn't deserve to look at you that way. He lost that option after the shit he pulled at the dance. He's fucking lucky I didn't punch his teeth in, honestly." He shrugged while picking up a slice of pizza, looking at the TV.
She smiled softly. He was right; Chan didn't deserve the time of day. He was way out of line, and once again, Blake saved her. She leaned up, kissing his cheek before picking up a slice of pizza.
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Romance***** Emma Pear knew she wasn't the most popular girl in high school. Her nose was usually buried in a textbook, and her grades were as spotless as her reputation for always following the rules. "Nerd" was a label she'd long since embraced. Her pare...
