Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 19}

The rest of the holidays Blake and I spend together. Or at least most of the time together. We go on more dates or just hang out at my place.

Like on Saturday, we went to this new trampoline park in our town. It was tons of fun except for the part where I twisted my ankle. It doesn't hurt that bad anymore but it was enough to make us leave. When we arrived back at my house, we caught Dylan and Atlanta watching a movie. And the movie didn't even strike me as something Atlanta would watch.

Atlanta prefers romance movies. Romantic comedies, plain romance, tragedy romance, you name it.

Well, we caught them watching the Avengers. She was leaning forward, yelling at the Tony Stark to "Hurry up." I tried to get her to watch that movie like ten times. Each time she said, "I don't know. It has too much violence."

Anyway, they were clearly on some type of date. So Blake and I did what any two normal people would do: crash the date. We came in and made a bunch of loud noise and then settled ourselves onto the couch to watch the movie with them. They didn't protest much so we stayed.

Now the break is over and I stand-again-in front of the building of torture. School. My hair, for once, is straightened and I wear the outfit I wore on Thanksgiving. I tuck my hair behind my ear, sighing as I walk inside.

I spot a head of orange hair blocking my locker. Rolling my eyes, I march right up to her to give her a big speech about how she shouldn't block anyone's lockers but she walks away. That's weird, normally she puts up more of a fight. Pushing away the thought, I start to pile books in my locker.

Okay, I need my algebra book and homework along with my science book. We didn't have science homework, did we? I'm thinking as an arm snakes around my waist. Normally, I'd tense up and roundhouse kick this guy into next week. But Blake's been doing this for the past couple days so I've grown used to it. Even though every time he does it, I have to tell him to let me go.

"Let me go," I say in a bored tone as I finish putting my books in my locker.

"But I'm comfortable," a deep husky voice says.

I spin around, forgetting about my locker, and see Blake. His voice sounds different. Maybe he has a cold or something? It is the weather for it. His arm is now wrapped around my back, tightly, and we're inches apart. Rolling my eyes, I decide to go along with whatever he's doing.

"Hi," I smile up at him.

"Hi yourself," he says, his eyes raking predatorily over me.

A sense of unease starts to spread throughout my stomach. Blake never looks at me like that, like he owns me.

"What's your name, babe?" he asks, smirking down at me.

Something is seriously wrong. Maybe he hit his head. Like really hard.

"Did you hit your head? My names the same as yours," I narrow my eyes at him.

There's a strange glint to his blue eyes. Then its gone, replaced by a mischievous glint.

"Who do you think I am?" he asks, amusement clear in his features.

Who do you think I am? I'm tempted to say back. But I don't.

"Blake," I say slowly.

A slow grin crosses his face. It's not soft, it's almost wicked.

"Of course you do," he sneers.

I narrow my eyes, seriously confused when I hear a voice from behind me.

"Hey, did you do the math homework?" Blake asks.