Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 11}

Atlanta knows where the party is so after much argument, we decide to let her drive. After another argument, I get shotgun. Matt sits sulking in the back of Atlanta's jeep.

"I should be driving," he grumbles.

"Oh, shut up you whiney baby," Atlanta rolls her eyes as we drive to the house.

"But I'm an adult and you are both minors! I should be in the front!" he whines.

"If you both don't shut up, I'll embarrass you at the party," I bark.

"What would you do to embarrass us?" Atlanta scoffs.

"I'd tell one of the boys you were madly in love with them," I smirk.

"Fine by me. All the boys are hot," she laughs.

"Then I'll tell an embarrassing story of you," I grin.

"We don't have any embarrassing stories," Matt scoffs.

"Really now? I'll tell them you still wore pull-ups until you were nine," I say innocently.

"No!" Matt screams.

"Stop fighting!" I yell back.

"Fine," he sighs.

"Well, you don't have any stories on me," Atlanta smirks.

"How about the time you ran around naked with panties on your head?" I raise an eyebrow.

Her eyes grow to the size of saucers.

"Blayke, you wouldn't dare. We'll stop fighting," she promises.

The rest of the car ride is silent. Thankfully. I was excited about this party because I got to swim. But then I found out it was at Dylan's house so that's ruined. But I guess it's okay because these guys are my new friends. I think.

We pull up to Dylan's house and I notice there is nobody else here. I thought this was a party. Did Atlanta trick me?

"Where are the other people?" I wonder as Matt knocks on the door.

"The party starts at nine," Atlanta says over her shoulder.

"Then why are we here at eight?" I wonder.

"They wanted us to be here earlier," she shrugs and I groan.

The door opens revealing Blake.

"Pizza Palace dude!" Matt exclaims.

"You do realize my name is Blake, right?" Blake raises an eyebrow.

"Pizza Palace dude!" Matt yells again.

"You're going to call me Pizza Palace dude, aren't you?" Blake asks him with a flat look.

"Pizza Palace dude!" is Matt's response.

"You're just like Blayke, you know?" Blake smirks.

"Nu-uh," Matt shakes his head.

"Hey, what's so wrong with being like me?" I yell.

"Nothing, I love you," Matt goes to hug me.

"Get away from me, weirdo," I run inside.

"That. That is what's wrong with being like you," Blake says. I punch him hard on the arm. And then again repeatedly on his stomach.

"Hey! Why are you punching me?" he asks as I pummel him.

"Because you freaking kissed me!" I screech.

I push him as hard as I can into the next room-which I think is the living room. He stumbles back and falls over something. I get on the floor and start beating him again with my fist.

"Ow. Ow. Ouch," he winces in pain.

Behind me, I faintly hear Matt ask Atlanta, "He kissed her?"

And one of the guys saying, "What's going-oh."

I punch him and punch him and punch him, letting all my anger out. And he just sits there, letting me punch him. Why? Why in the world would he kiss me? And right after we made up! How cocky and arrogant can he be? I specifically told him I didn't want to kiss him. And what does he do? He kissed me! Again. When I finish punching him, I'm panting hard.

"Are you done?" he asks, panting too.

"I don't know," I huff.

He leans up and for a second I think he's going to kiss me again. He smirks at me and leans really close. Too close for comfort.

"Did that make you feel better?" he whispers.

"No. But I hope that made you feel worse," I hiss back.

He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me close. What the heck does he think he's doing? First, kissing me, and now he's...doing whatever it is that he's doing. My breath hitches as I realize we're only inches apart. He could kiss me right now. Do I want him to kiss me? No. Maybe. Ugh! I don't know. I don't like him. Do I?

"You enjoy being this close to me, don't you?" his smirk deepens.

Okay, as of right now, I don't like him. He's bipolar. One second he's nice and sweet and then the next, he's an arrogant, egotistical, jerk. And right now, he's the jerk.

"Your ego's getting in the way of me ever being close to you, Price," I spit.

"Last name basis again? You realize that's kind of sexy?" he smirks.

Did he just call me sexy? Now my blood is boiling. If he doesn't release me, he's going to be in the hospital.

"Blake Price, you let go of me this instant or else you will not be able to have children," I threaten.

At first, he looks confused. Then understanding dawns on his face. Eyes wide, he shakes his head.

"You wouldn't," he shakes his head.

"Try me," I bite.

He stares at me for a second longer before releasing me. Being honest, I don't know if I would have done that to him. But because of how mad I am...I probably would have. He stands up, causing me to be sprawled across the floor. Really? I mean, he couldn't have waited for me to get up?

A second later, he offers me a hand. I stare at it wary. He could be trying to be nice, realizing the way he acted was wrong. Or he could be just being a jerk.

"Are you going to take it or not?" Matt asks.

I had forgotten about everyone else being in the room. Matt's watching with a confused expression while Atlanta looks like she's about to jump for joy. Dylan and Aaron are watching with amused expressions. I send glares in their direction. Jack and Nolan look shocked. I take his hand and he helps me up. Without another word, he stalks off deeper into the house.

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