Blake carefully steered the car out of the coffee shop parking lot.
"Where are we going now?" I asked curiously, flipping through the stack of CDs that were in the glovebox.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked.
"Back to the library," I said, shooting him a look.
"Besides there," He groaned, rolling his eyes.
"How about the park?" He suggested.
"Why?" I asked flatly, not looking up.
"Why are you being difficult?" He complained, glancing over at me.
"Fine," I huffed, "we can go to the park."
Blake turned the car onto the main road. We drove in silence until we reached a small patch of land that contained nothing but a small slide and a rickety swing set.
I helped myself out of Blake's car and stared at the disgusting park.
"Is this where you normally take girls?" I asked, shivering a little from the cold.
"No," Blake responded, steering me towards the swing set, "I normally take girls to my bed."
"Eww, gross," I moaned, "I definitely did not need to know that."'
"Hey," he smirked, "you asked."
I sat down on one of the swings and shivered a bit as I touched the cold rubber.
"You look cold," Blake noticed as he sat down in the swing next to me.
"Nice observation," I said, rolling my eyes.
Blake hesitated a moment before saying, "Here-- take my coat."
I looked at him in pure astonishment, my mouth hanging wide open.
"W-what," I choked.
"You heard me," Blake said, pulling the leather jacket he was wearing off of his shoulders, "take my coat."
"No," I responded, narrowing my eyes, "I don't want your cooties."
Oh god, did I really just say that?
Blake grinned.
"Just take the jacket, Laine," he said, shoving the coat into my hands.
I eyed him suspiciously and then reluctantly slipped on the jacket. It was several sizes too big for me and it's sleeves covered all of my hand. Blake's body heat had warmed the coat, so my body stopped shivering as soon as I slipped it on. The thick, leather jacket smelled exactly like Blake: a mixture of smoke and cologne.
"Better?" Blake asked.
"Better," I confirmed.
We sat there for a few awkward moments until Blake finally said something.
"I want to take you out to see a movie or something," Blake suddenly announced.
"Why?" I said, hoping that he didn't notice that my cheeks had turned a deep shade of red.
"For helping me get my math grade up," he explained.
"You don't need to take me anywhere, Blake," I said.
"Why not?" He asked, nudging me, "come on, you know a million girls would kill to go to the movies with me."
"You can take Margo," I suggested, finally looking over at Blake.
He frowned a bit. "Fine," he agreed.
"Wanna play 20 questions?" He asked, wiggling an eyebrow at me.
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Falling for the Player
Teen FictionLaine had always hated Blake Harmon. She hated the way he sauntered down the hallway, the way he acted like he was the best at everything, the way his blonde hair fell perfectly over his his perfectly sculpted face..... Meet Laine, the quirky, sarca...
