Saving Him (#Wattys2016)

At the table

"So Allie, how's college going?" Mrs. Wells asked as she served us each some of her famous chicken casserole.

"It's going fine Mrs. Wells, thanks for asking" Allie said as she munched on some carrots. After the little incident near the washroom, I came and sat down next to Allie and after a few minutes Blake came and sat across from me.

The tension in the air was so thick, you could take a knife and cut through it. Of course Mrs. Wells was oblivious to the whole situation. After serving us, Mrs. Wells finally took a seat next to her son.

Son. It was so hard to believe that Blake was Mrs. Wells son. I mean Mrs. Wells is soooo nice and Blake was just...not. They did have similar features though. Like their eyes were the same shade of grey. I started eating my casserole and as usual, IT WAS SO DELICIOUS!! I held back a moan form escaping.

Mrs. Wells and Allie were having small talk about some gardening thing while me and Blake were just eating. Allie had realized that we were just awkwardly sitting there and then she had this sly smirk/smile on her face.

Oh no. That smirk/smile can't mean anything good. I tried to warn her with my eyes not to do anything that would embarrass me but of course she chose to ignore me.

"So Blake how's college going for ya?" Allie asked right before she took a sip of her ice tea. I looked at her weirdly. Why does she care?

"Umm it's going good, thanks for asking" Blake said with discomfort in his eyes. He feels it too. Every time Allie has something up her sleeve, she gives of this weird vibe.

"That's good. What college do you go to?" Again, why does she care?! I mean it's not like their going to see each other ever again after they go go back to college. Not caring about his answer, I took a big gulp of ice tea to avoid any talking.

"I go to Stanford University" As soon as the words left Blake's mouth, that ice tea that I had in my mouth was now on his face and his shirt and his pants and the table. In conclusion, the tea was everywhere and I was choking like there was no tomorrow.

After what seemed like forever of hacking my lungs out, I got control of my breathing. I suddenly got this weird feeling and looked up to see three pairs of eyes staring at me. Talk about awkward. Mrs. Wells had a worried expression on her face, whereas Allie had an amused expression.

And then there was Blake's. Yup I'm definitely dead now.

"Are you okay sweetie" Whispered Mrs. Wells.

"Yeah I'm fine" Blake and I replied at the same time. We stared at each other with blank expressions. Suddenly Blake got up and left the room.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Wells, I don't know what came over me.." I said as I took a cloth and started wiping the table.

"Aww honey don't worry about it and stop cleaning the table, I'll clean it later" With that said, she grabbed the cloth out of my hand and put it on the counter. "Now why don't you and Allie head on home and oh before that, let me pack some casserole to go" All I could do was nod my head and slouch in my chair.

"Cough, cough.." Allie signaled. I just glared at her once I saw she still was amused by this whole situation. Seeing my glare only made her amused more.

"Okay here is your casserole" Mrs. Wells handed me a glass container with the food that was supposed to be eaten five minutes ago.

"Thanks Mrs. Wells and again sorry for the mess" I said as I take the container and moved my head towards the door to signal Allie to get a move along. 

As we walk back to my place, Allie just kept talking and talking about the whole situation again and again. I wasn't really paying attention because I was thinking about how Blake said that he went to Stanford. I never saw his face around there.

Unless..no that can't be. There was an incident that happened in the beginning of sophomore year. Apparently some kid beat up a senior because some seniors were playing around with some of the freshman girls. Many people were talking about it for a couple of weeks but it slowly died down. Another thing was that there was a 'Blake' in my class but he was always absent.

Blake Wells was the kid who beat up that senior. And he was in one of my classes.

"Hello? Tori you listening?" Allie said waving her hand in front of my head. I shake my head and mumble a what.

"I said I'm going to bed" Said a yawning Allie. I nod my head and head to my room too. I change into my batman pj's and brush my teeth. I get into bed but I can't seem to sleep at all.

My mind keeps buzzing about sophomore year and Blake. Knowing I won't get any sleep, I get up, grab my blanket and head out.

At the very top of the apartment complex, there is an open rooftop where you can see all the stars and the medium sized buildings. I always go there every time I need to think or to just be alone.

Reaching the top, I open the door and walk all the way to the very end. I take a deep breath and let it out. I hear movement behind me and quickly turn around. The only thing I see is darkness but then I see a small red dot floating in the air. It was the tip of a burning cigar.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I say cautiously gripping my blanket. The person walks out of the shadows. Its Blake.

He was now wearing a black tank top with grey sweats. His hair just tousled around on his head like he too couldn't sleep.

"You couldn't sleep too huh" I say to him turning back to look at the view. He comes and stands right next to me.

"Yeah something like that I guess" He takes a drag from his cigar and lets out a smoky puff of air. I wanted to ask him the one question that has been roaming in my head.

"Are you the boy that beat up that senior in sophomore year?" I ask finally turning my head towards him. He looks up at the sky and then faces me.

"Yeah it was and I don't regret it one bit" No regret was on his face as he said this. I look at his eyes and see sadness but it's quickly replaced with a blank expression.

"Why did you do it? I mean besides that they were troubling the girls" I ask another question.

I hear a sigh, "I don't think that's a story you need to know about" He finally says letting the stub of the cigar fall to the bottom of the building. I just mumble an okay and face the lit up buildings.

Maybe there was more to Blake than what he was showing the world. For some reason now, I want to get to know the real Blake.

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