Crazy For You

{Chapter Two}

"Where do you want to sit?" Jasmine asked. I found this weird. She was talking to me; something more rare than finding alien life.

"Umm, I don't know. You choose." I mumbled back.

Jasmine let out a squeal; Amanda Taylor was sitting across the room, examining her perfectly polished nails. She was moving them around, watching intently as they glistened in the light pouring in from the window four feet away. With the sharp noise released from in between Jasmine's soft lips, Amanda looked up. Jasmine must have forgotten about my hand until then; she ripped her hand out of mine and quickly took the empty seat next to her best friend. I was left standing there.

Jasmine's touch continued to linger on my finger tips. I shook my head and took a seat by the door. It was one of the few empty seats in the small class.

All throughout the class, I'd glance across the room and see them giggling. Pointing. Taunting.

Fucking bitch.

One minute she's acting like my friend, and the next, she kicks me to the side like a piece of trash on her perfect, yellow brick road.

I was honestly mad at myself. I was getting accustomed to the idea of having a girl friend, but that was my mistake. I've only ever been close to one person in my life, and that's Blake. I've never had a problem with it as I enjoy it quite much.

By the end of the class, I shot up out of my seat and stormed outside. As I walked, I became engrossed in thought.

Technically I could leave for the day. It's lunch, but the rest of my classes are free. Eh, I'll socialize for a bit, then I'll head home.

With that, I walked up to my familiar table under an oak tree in the busy courtyard. "Hey!" I chirped as I gave the sitting Blake a hug from behind. He wrapped his hands around my arms and swung me around so I was seated next to him.

"Hey there." Blake's sultry voice said as he laced his arm across my waist and pulled me in closer. I leaned my head on his shoulder and propped my feet up on the bench across from us and let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "What's wrong?" Blake whispered in my ear with worry woven neatly into each word.

I groaned, and still resting on his broad shoulder, I told Blake all of my wonderful events that occured that late summer day. Blake silently listened to my story intently with simple nods of the head as his ears captured every word I had to say. He was rubbing his hand up and down my back; fingertips lightly grazing the thin cloth that seperated his touch from my skin.

By the end, I was struggling to catch my breath. Even though I was the one angry at Jasmine, I was angry at myself. Never have I been so caught up with a girl. I'm always in charge over my emotions and never has anyone made me feel like this. All she did was push me aside, but somehow Jasmine has me grabbing at her ankles begging for more. She's the puppet master and I'm left dangling by a few old strings, suspended helplessly in mid-air as I'm forced to dance to her sensuous but maniacal laughter.

I sat up, but Blake's hand remained still and rigid on my shaking body. The warm summer breeze gently made my hair become vulnerable to it, like wisps of auburn smoke dissipating into the air.

I went to push aside my hair with a trembling hand, but Blake's soft touch guided my hand down and tucked it behind my ear himself. Not knowing what to do with my soft hands, I rubbed them together; it's a terrible nervous habit of mine. Seeing that, Blake took his free hand and out it between mine, causing me to stop. His soft lips came in contact with my forehead and I immediately melted into his arms, letting his warmth envelope me.

These small forms of affection were common between us. We have known each other for years and we extremely close for all of them. They affection was purely platonic.

I can definitely see why people think we're dating. Maybe, in another life, we would. Blake means the world to me; he's always there for me and that's all I can ask for. He also has manners, which is rare for teens in this day and age. Girls swoon over him all the time, but he rejects each and every one of them, but he never tells me why. Blake is about 6'2 and is well built and toned. He has slight color to his skin, but like everyone in this town, it's lost by the time the weather brings snow. Just a single dart of his gray eyes anywhere in the vicinity of a girl, they fall head over heels for him. It's terrible, honestly. Nobody knows this incredible man like I do.

With one arm wrapped around me and his fingers of his other hand laced in between my shaking ones, we stayed like this for another fifteen minutes, lightly whispering to each other.

As soon as the bell rang, I began to sit up so Blake could go to his next class. In one fluid motion, he pulled me down and somehow made me closer to him. "Dont you have to go to class?" I said, looking up at him.

With a small shake of the head, he said "I have two periods after lunch that are free. I'm here for you."

"Thank you." I whispered. "I don't know why I'm so attached to her. We've talked a bit, nothing major. Why am I like this?"

"I don't know. I wish I did. I'm always here for you, okay Hal?"

"I know." With that, I broke our embrace and stood. I decided I should probably head home, as my anxiety was starting to get the best of me.

I picked up my bag, and turned to Blake. "I'm going to head home, okay? I'll text you later.'

With tender eyes and a soft smile, Blake nodded. "Okay. I look forward to that text." We exchanged a hug that lasted for a moment, and then we separated once again. "Drive safe. I love you."

"I love you too." I replied. With that, we went our seperate ways.

Blake soon disappeared into the library, and as I was almost off campus, Jasmine called my name out, stopping me dead in my tracks.