Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 17}

I rush to school, knowing if I don't, I'm going to be late. I've been late before but I prefer not to be. And today's my first day actually being Blake's girlfriend. In front of people.

I quickly pull into the schools parking lot and park my truck. After slamming the door shut, I run inside. Inside, everyone's milling about the halls, starting to go to their classes. I shove my books in my locker, grab the books I need, and all but run to Mr. Bryant's homeroom. I sit down just before the bell rings.

"Aw, so close. I was hoping you'd get a detention," Carlos pouts.

I chose to ignore his comment and open City of Bones. I've read only two paragraphs when I'm rudely interrupted.

"B. B. B. B. B," Dylan jumps up and down like a four year old girl.

"Did you have too much sugar this morning, Dylan?" I raise an eyebrow.

He rolls his eyes but continues on.

"A little birdie told me that you have a boyfriend," he wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

I give him a blank stare.

"I find it weird that you talk to birds," I say.

"You aren't getting it! You have a boyfriend," Dylan says excitedly.

"Blake? Blake has a boyfriend?" Carlos sneers.

"No. It'd be weird if Blake has a boyfriend. B-B has a boyfriend. Blake has a girlfriend," Dylan explains.

"What?" Carlos' forehead is scrunched up in confusion.

"None ya," I snap as Mr. Bryant walks in.

"I never get the last word," Carlos mutters as Mr. Bryant starts to take the roll.

***

As I walk to Home Ec, an arm slings itself around my shoulder.

"Don't touch me," I snap but then see who the person is.

"Oh, hey," I smile up at Blake.

We haven't gotten to see each other all day because our classes are on opposite sides of the school. But now we have a class together...

"Hey, yourself," he smiles back.

Behind us, we hear something that sounds like a dying cat. Turning around, we see Dylan standing there, a big smile on his face and his hands clapped together like an idiot.

"He's like an overactive fangirl," I laugh.

"I know, babe. I know," he nods.

"Don't call me babe," I punch his shoulder.

He sucks air in through his teeth.

"Yeah, that's not going to stop," he says as we walk into the classroom.

At our table, two of the three note cards lay along with our paper from yesterday.

"Class! Continue with the project. Once you get to the last card, call me over. Begin," Ms. Goodwin announces.

I pick up the card from yesterday and read it aloud.

"You can cook. And I can cook," I say.

"So, you'll cook," he says to which I roll my eyes.

"Or you could," I suggest.

"But-."

"How about we both cook?" I raise an eyebrow, daring him to fight with me.

"Or we could order takeout," Blake shrugs.

I laugh. "I doubt that would pass us."

"It could. Living only on fast food? What a wonderful life," he laughs with me.