I wake up to the ringing of my phone. Who would call this early in the morning? I look over at the clock that says 11:00, well that's early for me. I try to feel around for my phone and finally grab it and hold it up to my face. I just want to go back to sleep, I don't care who's calling.
"Hello?" I groan to the phone.
"Get up, sunshine." A male voice says.
"Sorry but the sun is already up," I click the button to hang up and try to go back to sleep peacefully.
Seconds later it rings again and I groan into my pillow. Does this person respect boundaries?
"You make my compliments no fun," I can literally hear the whine in this guys voice.
"Who are you?" I say in a grubby tone.
"Look out your window," I instantly know that it's Blake. I turn my face and see my blinds were only half closed. I was so tired yesterday I must've been too lazy to shut my blinds the full way.
I hiss because the sunlight is literally blinding me. Then I squint my eyes and see Blake staring at me. He is shirtless and flashing a smile towards my direction. Well that's a sight I don't need to see.
"Stop being cheerful and let me sleep," I say to the phone and turn back around the other way.
"You didn't forget our bargain did you?" He questions in a sly tone.
Frick nuggets. I wish I didn't have to follow this nerd all day, he makes me get anxiety.
"Ugh, I'll be at standing in my driveway in 45 minutes." I hang up the phone and get out of bed slowly. I notice Blake still staring at me, does he like looking at people that look like a complete mess?
I finally shut my blinds the full way and pull out the clothes from my dresser. I walk to the bathroom with my clothes in hand, then drop them. I start the shower and think about life's problems.
I feel like I need to take a quicker shower than usual, but I just can't help being curious. What happened to me in that room? At the time I had heard enough and wanted to go home. But, now I wonder if he was telling the truth at all. I wish there was some other witness in the room, so I could speak to them. I think Jack was being honest though, because of the bruise on my cheek.
Which reminds me, I need to cover that up today with makeup. How should I even do my hair today? Why does Blake want me to follow him around? Does everyone think that I'm a moron who doesn't understand anything?
I smack myself in the head as I apply shampoo. I just need to get out of the shower. It makes me think too much and I can't deal with that type of pressure right now. I need to finish shampooing and get out of this shower fast.
I put my clothes on once I'm dry, which thankfully I dried fast. I'm wearing my light blue skinny jeans with small holes in the knees, with a plain navy blue tee-shirt. I wear my hair natural and look at my face. I see that my bruise has gotten a little bigger and I try to decide how I should put makeup on it. I put more than usual on my face and I only put a small amount of mascara on. I don't want to over do makeup, especially for today since I have to follow Blake around all day.
I cringe as I walk out the door with my phone in hand. I have no idea where my parents are but I'm guessing they are grocery shopping or doing some sort of task. I stand in my driveway still seeing Blake's car parked outside. If that boy is late, I don't know what I'll do. I start shivering because of how cold it is only wearing my light jacket and some skinny jeans that weren't meant for the winter.
I finally see Blake's get into the car and drive over 4 feet to get to my driveway. I shouldn't have showed up, but it's too late now. And who knows he could've embarrassed me even more if I didn't show. As I get it, Blake's music is blaring. Then I realize I forgot to eat breakfast or lunch. My stomach growls and all I want is a hot bowl of oatmeal.
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I Will Make Him Pay [ON HOLD]
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