Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 15}

After much debate, I was voted to stay home on Monday. Even though I was perfectly fine. Blake and Atlanta left to go to school. Matt left to go do whatever it is Matt does. I'm left alone in our house with only my phone to keep me busy. And by busy, I mean it never stops ringing. Ever since this morning, my mom's calling to weed information out of me. I ignore her calls, deciding to watch one of my favorite shows on Netflix: Psych. After ten episodes, my phones still ringing. Grudgingly, I answer it.

"Hello?" I sigh.

"Blayke?" my mothers hopeful voice asks.

"No, mom. Some random stranger took my phone. Of course it's Blayke," I say, sarcasm dripping from my words.

"There's no need to use that tone with me, young lady. I'm just worried," she snaps.

If you were so worried, you'd take off of your stupid trip to come and make sure I'm okay. Okay, that was a little harsh, but really? They couldn't take off to make sure I was okay? I remember one time Matt broke his arm. This was when we had a nanny or our Nana watched us. Nana called mom and dad, they asked if he was okay, and never called again to make sure he was recovering well. So, yeah, I'm a little touchy on the subject of my parents.

"Sorry, mom. I'm just a little ticked off that I'm not in school right now," I apologize.

"Honey, most kids would be happy they get to stay home from school," she laughs.

"Yeah but most kids don't think about all the makeup work they'll have to do," I scoff.

"Do you really think you could do math or science right now?" I knew she was raising an eyebrow through the phone.

The thought of doing math or science made my head hurt.

"No," I shake my head.

"There you go. You would only make your head worse," she says.

"Whatever," I mumble.

"On a completely different note, who was the person talking to you this morning?" my mom asks in an innocent voice.

"It was just Matt," I lie.

"That wasn't Matt. That was a boy," she chides.

"Matt is a boy. Wait, is there something you've been keeping from me? Do I have the big sister I've always hoped for?" I reply.

"You know what I mean. Were you talking to a boy?" she asks.

I sigh. I'm not getting out of this one.

"Mom, does it matter if I was talking to a boy? It could be a nurse for all you know," I scoff.

"It was certainly not a nurse. He called you 'B' and said let's go," I can imagine her giving me a look.

"He's-," I start but someone interrupts me.

"B! Blayke? You here?" Blake's voice comes from downstairs.

My heart beats faster at the sound of his voice. But probably because he scared the crap out of me. What is he doing here? And why did he pick this time to come here?

"Is someone there?" my mom asks.

"Um," is all I can say before he bursts into my room.

"There you are! Thank goodness, I thought you had keeled over and died," he jokes and I roll my eyes.

"Really? Keeled over and died?" I raise an eyebrow.

He smirks.

"Is there a boy in your room?" my mom all but screams into the phone.