Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 4

I waited for him to say something. In my head, I was freaking out. I mean, I know I haven't really been here long enough to already start crushing on a guy, but Blake just happens to ruin that rule for me. He just looks too familiar, and since he's the guy that I only paid attention to this whole entire time at school, I couldn't help but to admire his face features on the side. And his muscles? Man.

He doesn't have beefy muscles (like gross looking muscles), just enough for me to go gaga over them. I may be a nobody, but I'm really girlie. No one took the time to see that because when they automatically look at how bizarre I dress, they make fun of me. But I didn't really care. I like dressing different. You don't see too much people dressing in long skirts and beach flip flops, do you? Nope.

And you don't see too much people wearing red lip gloss either. I was...unique. In a weird sort of way.

Blake had dark brown hair, luscious blue eyes. He looked like he had a six pack underneath that sweaty and stinky football practice t-shirt. He was obviously a stunner, and yet...I feel as though we've known each other in another lifetime. But we couldn't have, have we?

I stared at him, trying not to gush over his hypnotic eyes.

My Uncle raised an eyebrow at him and Blake looked at me with a smile. I smiled slightly at him, too. Our gaze had broken off from the minute my Uncle said something.

"Weatherly, is there something you'd like to speak to me about?" He asked as he unlocked both of our car doors. "If it's about our conversation earlier in the hallway, then we can talk about it. If you want to resign as captain, I mean."

Blake just offered him a sexy smile, "No thanks. I wanted to talk to um..." He looked at me as if he could remember my name by just looking at my appearance. My hideous appearance.

"My niece?" Coach finished for him.

Blake nodded his head. My uncle just stared at him for a few seconds as if he were considering the request, and after a few moments, he just shrugged and got in the car.

"Don't take too long. Your mom wanted you at home as soon as practice was over." He called out from the car.

"I won't, Roy." I rolled my eyes and called him by his actual name.

As soon as I turned back to Blake, I gave him a smile.

"Uh, I'm sorry for punching you in the nose earlier." He cupped the back of his neck and he looked awkward, like he was embarrassed.

I cocked an eyebrow, "But the football hit me. Not you."

"Might as well have been me." He mumbled, his eyes darting off to the side as if he felt guilty.

"It's fine. I'm okay, and now it doesn't hurt. See?" I touched my nose with my left hand and from the second I did that, instant soreness greeted me. I winced in pain, and hissed.

"See, that's why I feel guilty." He glanced at my sore nose.

"Well, you didn't really do anything. And as long as I don't touch it I'm fine." I shrugged it off and tried to look away from his gorgeous face. He just looked so, so...appealing. I'm surprised I wasn't acting like a total loser in front of him.

"I saw you in science class today and I wanted to talk to you but you left before I could say anything. Anyways, about the football accident, I want to make it up to you." He smiled as he said this, and I felt my heart accelerate quickly. He wanted to make it up to me? I continued to listen. "There's a party on Friday at eight, at my place. Um..." He trailed off as soon as I threw on a sad face expression.

Why would anyone want for me to go to a party? I'd just ruin it with my uncouthness. Still, it was nice that he was inviting me.

"You can come if you want." He allowed quietly, shrugging his shoulders shortly after.