Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 14}

"Let's see if we can balance this on her face," I hear a male voice say.

"Guys, it's not funny. She just had surgery," a female voice says.

My eyes flutter open and I see Blake, Dylan, and Aaron standing above me. They let out a yelp and jump back. I feel kind of numb. I just hope I'm not doped up on loopy medicine.

"What are you guys doing?" I croak.

"Um, we were just," Blake starts.

"Blake was putting stuff on your face and arms!" Aaron interrupts.

"Aaron," Blake snaps."I'm sorry. I don't want her to kill me," Aaron shrugs.

"What were you putting on my arms?" I wonder.

"We were drawing tattoos," Dylan says sheepishly.

I look at my arms. A cross is drawn kind of on my shoulder in detail. Then a bunch of flowers. And my name is on my wrist with a swirly design around it.

"Who did this?" I point to my arm.

"Aaron!" Dylan and Blake say in unison.

"Way to sell me out guys. She's most definitely going to kill me now," Aaron mutters.

"Aaron, it's beautimous. I looovveee it. One day I'm going to get tattoos and make them do it just like you did," I promise.

All the boys stare at me in shock. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Atlanta looking at her phone.

"Hey, it's rude to be on your phone when someone's talking to you," I yell to Atlanta.

Yup, I am most definitely doped up on laughy gas. She looks up at me with a flat look on her face.

"Blayke, you are going to regret everything you say later," she laughs.

"Atlanta, you don't understand. You see my tattoos? I'm going to get these things all over my body," I promise her.

"I can help with that," Blake smirks.

"No," I wag my finger him telling him no.

I turn back to Atlanta.

"I thought you hated tattoos?" she looks amused.

"I do," I nod.

"Then why are you going to get them all over your body?" she wonders.

Huh. I hadn't thought of that. In a small part of my mind, I know I'm not going to get tattoos. I hate them. But right now, I am most definitely getting tattoos.

"Because! Look at how pretty they are," I point to them."

I see them," she nods.

I look back at the guys who seem to be a shocked and amused at the same time.

"What else did you do to me?" I demand.

"We put stuff on your face," Dylan shrugs.

"What stuff?" I put my finger in his face.

Dylan holds up a cup. I take it from him and put it on my head.

"It's a hat! See! It's on my head so now it's a hat," I point to my head.

"Gimme another," I demand.

Dylan gives me another cup. I stare at it and then back at them.

"Blake," I whisper. "Come here."

He gives me an unsure look before walking to me.

"Closer," I beckon him closer.

He comes closer and I throw my arms around his neck. I have officially lost control of my arms. He's only a couple inches from my face.