Falling for the Player

Chapter 3- Miniature Blake

After forcing Blake to work with me on our project, we agreed to meet in the library after his afternoon football practice. We had already met twice this week. I flung my backpack on the ground and slumped into an armchair by the window. Like usual, it was raining. I watched, consumed by boredom, as the rain drops slowly fell down to the windowsill.

I never truly felt comfortable in a library. I couldn't stand the silence and the irksome sound of pages turning. I loved to read, but I'd much rather do it outside on a park bench than in a dusty labyrinth of yellowing books. I put in my earphones and closed my eyes, slumping down into the depths of my chair. I sat there, twiddling my thumbs purposelessly for about 30 minutes, until a tap on the shoulder shook me from my dazed state.

"Leah," someone said, walking around my chair and sitting down across from me. I looked up to see that Blake had finally decided to join me.

"Laine," I corrected, rolling my eyes.

Blake had obviously showered after football practice. His hair was still damp and the smell of cologne was radiating off of his body.

"We should get started," I suggested, "you took long enough. I've been waiting for half and hour."

"Aww, you waited for me," Blake said, smirking, "how cute."

I rolled me eyes. I couldn't find a reason why Margo, or anyone else for that matter, was so attracted to Blake.

"You're repulsive," I said, shooting him my best death glare.

"But you love it," he said, winking.

Blake and I bickered for next half an hour. Despite our constant arguments, we actually did get some work done. I took notes in my journal as Blake read facts from Encyclopedias. Honestly, I was a little surprised he could read.

"Okay so the current population of Guatemala is?" I asked, tapping my pen on my paper.

"About 15.5 millio-" Blake's answer was cut of by the sound of loud heels clicking across the wooden, library floor.

I looked up to find Veronica, the biggest bitch ever, walking up to our table. Veronica had a perfectly shaped body and long luscious hair. She smiled at Blake as she came over. She leaned over the table, knocking the books to the side. Her large boobs were practically falling out of her tight, black V-neck. She pulled Blake closer to her and aggressively pressed her lips to his. He let out a loud groan and wrapped his hands tighter around her body.

"I haven't seen you all day," she purred, after breaking away from the passionate kiss, "where were you?"

"I've been really busy," Blake said, scratching the back of his head.

"And who, may I ask, are you?" Veronica said, turning to face me.

"I'm Laine," I said nervously, biting my lip.

"Oh, you're that nerd that got paired with Blake for the Spanish project," she said, eyeing me up and down.

"I'm not a nerd," I said defensively.

"That might be true. But I'm too popular to care," she smirked.

"Oh please," I said, almost laughing, "the only thing that's popular is your vagina."

It took her a while to register what I had just said. "You bitch," she snarled.

"Oh sorry, couldn't hear you with all that dick in your mouth," I said, getting up and putting my stuff in my backpack.

"Are you calling me a slut?" she asked, her hands on her hips.

"Your legs spread faster than Ebola," I said as I walked out of the library. I swear I saw Blake smile.

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After school the next day, I went home to find a note from my mother on the counter.

Laine-
I went into Seattle for a job interview. Please pick Carter and Lucy up from school. Car's friend is coming over. Ask Brent to get Camilla from Kindergarten. I'll be back in time to make dinner before I have to go to Rocko's . Love you. Thanks for the extra help.

Xoxo,
Mum

I quickly read the note, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door. The elementary school was all the way on the other side of town. I wrapped my thin, black rain jacket tighter around my shivering body. A light drizzle was falling from the clouds, soaking my hair.

By the time I reached Lucy and Carter's school, I was drenched. I found Lucy standing outside her classroom, her short, brown hair dripping wet. Carter was standing next to her, along with a short, blonde boy that I didn't know.

"Hey sis," Carter said as I approached him, "this is Will, he's coming home with us."

I smiled at Will and led the three children to the crosswalk. Lucy and I walked silently while Will and Carter splashed in the puddles.

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"Can we make cookies?" Lucy asked after we had gotten home.

I looked at her pleading face. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and she was wearing a big smile. How could I say no?

"Sure," I agreed.

Lucy cracked the eggs into a big bowl while I measured the flower. Neither me or Lucy really knew what we were doing, so the dough ended up lumpy and dry. After a few minutes of trying to mold the dough into a cookie-like shape, I sighed. Just as we were about to give up, Carter and Will walked through the door.

"Yikes," Will said as he looked at our failed cookies.

"Hey," I said scowling, "you two wouldn't have done much better."

"Relax," Will said, grabbing a measuring cup, "I can fix this culinary disaster."

"How old are you again?" I asked as I watched Will add new ingredients to the mix.

He worked for a few minutes, adding some water, more sugar, and some melted butter.

"All done," he said, stepping back and admiring his final product.

He began shaping the cookie dough into circles and laying them on the pan.

"Where'd you learn how to bake?" I asked. He just shrugged. I watched in awe as the ten year old boy set the timer on the oven and placed the cookies inside.

"Woah," Lucy said. Will just laughed.

"All for you sweetheart," he said , winking at Lucy. Oh god, he was like a miniature Blake.