Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 12}

We stand in an awkward silence for a couple minutes, nobody knowing what to say. What had just happened? I mean, Blake was being a butt, I just gave him what he deserved. Why did he stalk off?

"Hey! When did you get here?" Dylan asks as he walks into the room.

He obviously had no idea what happened.

"Whoa, what's with the depressed mood? Did someone die?" he asks but we all stay quiet.

Matt decides to speak up.

"Um, there as a little...argument," he mutters.

I guess you can call me pummeling Blake an argument. Sort of.

Dylan looks around the room, obviously searching for someone. I know exactly who he's searching for but I'm not going to speak up.

"Where's Blake?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Right here," I raise my hand.

He gives me a flat look.

"Not you, idiot. The other Blake," he says slowly.

Everyone is silent. I mean, what are we supposed to say? Oh, I just beat the crap out of Blake and he decided to be a jerk. I threatened him and then he stalked out of the room? Yeah, I don't think so. I take turns looking at everyone in the room, except for Dylan. I don't think I did anything wrong, but who knows.

"We don't know," Nolan shrugs.

Dylan's quiet a moment before turning on me.

"Did he storm out of the room?" he raises his eyebrows.

His eyes bore into mine but I stare back at him.

"Yeah," I nod.

"What did you do?" Dylan sighs.

My mouth drops open. What did I do? He was the one who kissed me when I didn't want to be kissed. He is the one who acts like a total butt sometimes. I know I can act like a butt but that's just my personality. Blake doesn't seem like the type of person to do that. And when he does, it comes out of nowhere. One second, he's nice and the next, he's being an egotistical jerk. Does he have a personality disorder?

"I didn't do anything!" I shake my head.

"B, come on, you did kind of provoke him," Atlanta shrugs.

"He kissed me first," I put my hands up in surrender.

"Wait, he kissed you?" Dylan's eyes are huge.

"He didn't tell you?" I ask, confused.

Dylan shakes his head. How in the world did Dylan not know? He's Blake's best friend and cousin. So I explain what happened to him. He's face is void of emotion the whole time.

"And he just stormed off?" Dylan asks.

I nod. Dylan considers everything I've said before talking.

"Alright, we need to get set up for the party. It starts in thirty minutes," he changes the subject.

Oh my gosh. I had totally forgotten why we were here. The pool party. I listened as Dylan gave out orders but I wasn't going to let this go. Dylan's not getting away that easily.

"Blayke, you'll set up the drinks," he says.

I nod but don't move till he's finished giving out orders. Before he can walk away, I stop him. He takes looks at me and says one word.

"No," he shakes his head.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Whatever it is you're going to ask I'm not going to answer it," he explains.