Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 12

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BLAKE

I sat at me and my friends' favorite hang out place, 24/7 Smoothies. I barely touched my smoothie at all, simply because I felt guilty.

And do I even have to say why?

I know I shouldn't care about what any girl thinks of me except for Allison, but I think I broke Denny's heart. Well, hurt her feelings. She just seemed so upset and well...broken. I can get mad at Allison as much as I want for telling Denny the truth about the bracelet, but in reality, it's no one else's fault but my own. I'm the bad guy in the case.

I tried to laugh at what Logan was saying, but it just wasn't working for me. Allison and Elaine laughed so hard that for a slight second I thought they were going to spit out their smoothies. This is what I need after football practice, right? I should be happy, right? Tomorrow's Friday and I have a big game that I've been waiting for. But why isn't the excitement and that 'rush' feeling I usually get clicking into me yet?

Speaking of practice, Denny looked down the whole time she was there. Sitting on the field bleachers, doing her weekend homework, glancing at the team and me practicing. I could read the sadness in her eyes, and I could tell she was really hurting.

Dammit. Why do I feel so guilty?

Is it because I slightly believe that her and I used to be friends? Or is it something else? I mean, Denny looked familiar to me but us being past friends is just weird. And even if we were friends, I would've remembered her name.

It doesn't matter now. I fucked up and she isn't even tutoring me now. I told Ms. Filster and she told me that I have to think of something to pull up my grades. How in the hell am I supposed to -

"Blake, babe?"

The sound of Allison ruined my train of thought, and I blinked twice before I turned to her in curiosity.

"You've been out of it for a while ever since we walked into school. What's the prob?" She batted her eyelashes and pulled on my arm as we sat at a table booth in silence for a moment.

"I'm fine." I quickly said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"You're lying." Logan accused with pointed eyebrows. I wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, but we just made up and I didn't feel like going at it again.

Allison rolled her eyes at him and pulled her body against mine to whisper in my ear.

"Do you want me to make you feel better tonight?" She whispered. I turned to her and she smirked.

"You can tell us anything dude. Are you nervous for the big game tomorrow?" Logan asked, sipping on his thick beverage afterwards.

If only they knew. If they all knew.

"Yeah. It must be." I cleared my throat awkwardly and stared down at my smoothie, not really having the taste for it.

Allison just smiled at me and gave my hand a light squeeze. Logan shrugged as if he didn't care about being concerned anymore, but Elaine had a weird look on his face. He stared at me and his eyes held a hint or two. I could tell that he wasn't buying my lie. But then I guess that's your best friend's job? Elaine and I are pretty close, more close than him or I with Logan.

After we left the shop, Logan had left and Allison was already in the hummer, waiting for me. Elaine wanted to talk to me for a second, so I wasn't hesitant at hearing what he had to say. We both stood face to face on the side corner of the shop.