A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 20

Evelyn's P.O.V

Okay, I had to admit when Blake first called me and told me he had to talk to me, the first thing that ran through my head was that he was going to break up with. I figured, maybe he was ticked off at me for avoiding him all day, or maybe he was just getting bored of me. But it wasn't like I meant to avoid him all day. My alarm clock somehow didn't go off, and Josh had gotten a ride from our mom since I was way behind schedule. Plus, at lunch I had to research through all the old books our library provided for my exam project that my teacher had assigned me. I would have called him, or texted but I just didn't have the time. After school I saw him walking with Dylan, and they appeared to be deep in conversation so I decided to not go up to him and ruin whatever important conversation they were having.

The whole car ride over I was debating on what he was going to tell to me.

I wasn't exactly sure he would call me all the way over to his house to break up with me in person.

Once I finally calmed myself down, and knocked on the door, I noticed it was already unlocked. Stepping inside slowly, I noticed no one in the living room or kitchen. I figured Blake was up in his room, waiting for me to come. My heart beat faster as I climbed the steps two at a time.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want something to drink?" Was the first thing he said when I walked into his room. He sat on his bed with his homework on his lap as I stood in the doorway, fiddling with my fingers. I glanced at him, noticing some of the color drained from his face and his green eyes no longer bright.

"Evelyn?" His voice, a sweet murmur.

I shook my head, already beginning to blush at the fact that he noticed me staring.opened my eyes to see his expression fixated on me.

Before I could help myself, I was already blurting out what was at the front of my mind since he had called me over.

"You're not going to break up with me are you?"

Embarrassed, I face palmed myself for being so blunt. I couldn't help but put my head in my hands and shake my head.

When I happened to look up, I was surprised to see Blake a few feet away from me; a smile dangling on the corner of his lips.

I took that as a good sign, and felt relief flood through me when he answered.

"Of course not," he whispered, his breath hitting my forehead.

took my hand in his, my body tingling at his touch. I let him lead me over to his bed, and sat down at his request. He sat down next to me, letting out a sigh in the process.

"Blake, what's wrong?" I frowned at his somehow quiet mood.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. Then, leaned over to place a kiss on my forehead. "Nothing you need to worry about. I just want someone to listen."

I felt giddy on the inside from his forehead kiss, but regained my composure, wanting to hear him talk. I had a fair idea that it somehow would involve his father.

A few minutes of silence passed. I kept quiet as it appeared he seemed to be having an inward battle with himself.

Kind of like the battle between what you heart wants and what your mind tells you.

It seemed like he was having a battle between those two organs.

I felt myself being drawn to wanting to put my arms around him, but I doubted this was the time he wanted to be comforted. At this point, I didn't think I should act like a girlfriend more than I should act like a friend.