Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 10

I know that some of you are probably curious about the Chanel bracelet! Keep reading to check out the truth. Hehehe!

xD

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The car ride was silent. Very silent.

I know I should be happy that Blake Weatherly rejected Allison, but it was actually awkward. Especially since Blake had a horrible look on his face. Not horrible to the point where it looked ugly, but to the point where I was worried. Worried that he might actually feel guilty about turning her down.

I looked at him from the corner of my eye, and when we finally reached my neighborhood, he started to slow down.

"Make a left, right?" He asked without making direct eye contact. It was the first word he said the whole ride.

"Mm hmm." I answered without hesitation, my hands awkwardly resting in my lap.

When he pulled up to a brick house, he stopped suddenly and took his keys out of the ignition of his gold hummer. He had his hands resting around the car wheel, and he just stared straight ahead.

I grabbed my bag and opened the passenger door, halfway out until I stopped and turned to him in curiosity. I cocked an eyebrow.

"I'll catch up. You can go ahead." He mumbled while tightening his grip on the wheel.

"Oh, okay." I murmured before stepping out and shutting the door. I took one last glance at him and walked on my walkway, guiding me to my front door. I fished for my house keys, completely distracted with Blake's sudden mood shift. He seemed glum.

I scrunched up my face in thought...stupid Allison.

Nonetheless, I unlocked my door and stepped inside. Silence welcomed me.

"Mom?" I called out, tossing my bag on the couch and walking slowly to the kitchen as if I were in a scary movie. No one was in there.

I glanced around like a maniac, until I remembered: She had to work today. Oh yeah. How could I forget? So me and Blake will be...alone?

I stayed in place in thought of this, and I started blushing at the idea.

"Where can I put my stuff?"

The sound of a voice broke loose and echoed throughout the living room and flooded inside my ears. I widened my eyes and quickly spun around to face Blake, who was standing at the front door doorframe, his black book bag in one hand, and a text book in the other. He looked glum.

I grabbed on my chest, hyperventilating softly. "Um, y-you can s-si-sit on one of the couches." I was still trying to regain my normal composition, especially after he startled me unexpectedly. "Make yourself comfortable." I turned into the kitchen to see if I could get us some riviving beverages.

I opened the fridge to see a bottle of fresh ice cold cola. I took out two glass cups from my mom's wine dish cabinet and settled them onto the nicely granite counter tops. I poured an equal amount of the soda in each of them, and returning into the living room where Blake sat on the large sofa couch, his text book on the thick-wooded gray table. He was turning pages, probably trying to find the chapter on atoms. He looked up at me from the moment I laid a cup of soda on the table by his side.

"I bought us soda," I informed obviously, sitting on the other side. I tried to sound casual and not nervous at all, but that was probably failing.

He nodded as a response and silence fell in to make it even more awkward than it already was. He broke it by clearing his throat.

"I guess we should start on how you get the answer that you get on the element questions," He figured out with a huff, "I can never get that stuff."