Play Me That Song (The Emo Guy And The Guitar Girl)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Grace's P.O.V.

For the next two weeks or so, things were perfect between Blake and I. We spent every waking moment together whether it be at home, in a movie, or walking hand-in-hand down a sidewalk. And when we weren't together, we made up the lost time over text message.

"I think you're obsessed," Bre commented one night.

I looked up from my phone too stare into the eyes of my blond friend. I grinned sheepishly at her. This was the fourth time I got distracted by one of his text messages in the middle of her telling me something.

"I'm not obsessed," I denied while shutting my phone and placing it into my lap.

She sighed and flopped down on her bed, "Yes you are. You can't go a sentence without talking about him or glancing down at your phone." She sounded annoyed.

Come to think of it, this was the first time we've hung out in over three weeks. It used to be that we spent at least five out of the seven days in a week together.

I frowned a little at the thought, "I've been a bad friend, haven't i?"

She looked down at me, "No you haven't. You're in love, I get it. Just try not to forget about me." She gave me a small smile.

I opened my mouth to respond when my phone vibrated in my lap. I glanced down at the name on the small screen and flipped it open. I heard Bre sigh and looked up at her, "It's my mom."

"Oh." She actually sounded surprised, "What's she want?"

"I have to head home," I stated a little glumly. I felt bad that the conversation had to end like this.

She hopped off her bed and I stood up. We hugged for a few seconds and pulled apart. "Bre?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'll never forget you. You're like my sister. Can't forget family." I smiled.

She smiled too and hugged me once more, "Love you Gracey, now go home before your mom has a fit."

The walk from Bre's house to mine was short, so I usually never asked for a ride home.

Later, I wished I had.

I was about two blocks away from my street. Two small blocks. So close, yet it seemed to stretch on forever that night.

When you start to get away from the center of town and Main Street, the streets start to get darker and darker. A lone street light was assigned to each block to provide some source of light.

As I walked under the lamp, my shadow stretched out in front of me. It almost looked as if it were reaching for the darkness that lay further up ahead so it could disappear into the night once more. As I walked further from the lamp, the duller my shadow became. I was almost fully illuminated in darkness when I saw two more dark silhouettes emerge from the corner of my eye.

I froze and slowly turned around. I don't know why I didn't run right there and then when I discovered who these shadows belonged to. I guess I was too much in shock and uneasiness to register the rational thing to do.

Jake slowly approached me with that sly grin of his with Cameron trailing right behind him. He stopped a few feet in front of me and flipped his curly hair out of his face. "I thought it was you we were following," he said casually. As if him stalking me in the night wasn't sketchy enough. Apparently he can recognize me from the back of my head now.

I crossed my arms and took a step back, seeping further into the darkness. For some reason, the blackened road covered by the tree's silhouettes comforted me more than standing under then tent of light that illuminated the two boy's features.