Falling for the Player

Chapter 6- An Almost Caring Blake

I could see my breath as soon as I walked out of the school building. The swampy mud that was usually covering the lawn was frozen and the dew on the grass had turned to frost.

"Hey," someone said from behind me, "ready to hit the books?"

I turned to see Blake walking towards me. As soon as he reached the step I was standing on, he wrapped his muscular arms around me waste. I felt jolts of electricity wherever he touched me. I wanted to stay like this forever, in Blake's warm and strong embrace. Wait, what? Get a grip, Laine!

"Look Blake," I said, removing his arm from my waste, "I really don't feel like studying today."

"And why is that?" He asked, leaning in closer until our noses were practically touching.

"Because some butt crack and his slutty lady friend decided to splash me with his car and give me hypothermia," I said, pushing Blake away from me.

I tried to walk away from him but he grabbed me by the waist and snaked his arms around my stomach again. He drew me closer until his chest was pressing against mine. I blushed, praying that he couldn't feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"You're coming home with me."

It wasn't in a seductive or sexual manner, more in a strained caring tone. Well, not exactly caring. I mean it is Blake Harmon we're talking about.

He pulled away suddenly and stared down at me for a brief moment, his arms still lingering at my sides. A small frown flashed across his face for a moment, and then he led me to his car. I didn't protest.

Blake dropped me off in a spare room at his house.

"I'll get you some tea," he said, walking out the door and leaving me by myself.

I sunk into the bed and covered myself with the furry, white comforter. Just as I closed my eyes, my phone vibrated on the end table. I checked my messages to see that Margo had texted me.

Feeling better?? How was the interview?

Still sick. But Blake Is taking care of me, I responded.

Holy shit. He's taking care of you!!!! omg ur so lucky.

I was about to text back when Blake walked in holding a steaming cup of mint tea. He placed it carefully on the table next to me and sunk down into the arm chair in the corner.

"You realize that every girl would kill to be in your position right now," he said cockily, sending me a grin.

"What? On the verge of death?" I asked, my voice dripping with irritation.

He just smirked at me and sat up in his seat.

"I'm surprised, I thought it would take a little longer to get you in my bed," he said.

"You're repulsive," I said, taking a sip of the tea that he had prepared me.

"Ah, but every other girl loves it. Especially your friend Margo. Did I tell you that I ran into her today. She was blushing like crazy," he smirked.

"Please don't corrupt her," I begged.

"Oh, but that's what I do best," he said.

I huffed a fell back onto my pillow. This conversation wasn't going anywhere. Suddenly, I thought of my newspaper article.

"Blake," I asked, rummaging through my backpack for the interview questions I had written to ask him.

"What?" He answered, getting up and sitting on the corner of the bed.