Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 25

(You guys are probably wondering why I'm posting random song lyrics in the beginning of my chapters now lol) I'm just doing it because it's funny to me.

*Ahem*

Now if she does it like this, will you do it right back? Now if she touches like this, will you touch her right back? Now if she moves like this, will you move like that? Come on! Shake-shake-shake-shake-uh shake it!

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Blake's POV

I drove into Allison's driveway so fast that I had to slam on the breaks without crashing into her black gate that separated her backyard from her neighbors' backyards. Keeping my keys in my hummer ignition, I stormed out and walked to the Betheas' front door, ringing the doorbell continuously. As soon as I left from Denny's house, I had gone from upset to pissed...quickly.

I knew Allison was alone. I knew her parents worked around this time. As soon as Allison opened the door, a smirk appeared on her face. She had on a bikini like she had just got through from lounging around the pool. I would roll my eyes at her seasonal confusion, but I ignored it. I have bigger things to worry about, like how she became the reason Denny and I broke up. I went inside and slammed the door shut.

Her smirk deepened. She placed her hands on her hips, "Well look who's here. Are you ready to - " I grabbed her wrists and pushed her to a bare wall near the guest closet. I had a look of seriousness over my face, but she ignored it. "Ooh...feisty, huh?" She asked, biting her lips seductively.

I stepped even closer to her, my face at leveled with hers. "Denny and I aren't together anymore, because of you." I said it as calmly as I could, but inside, I was raging with pure anger.

Allison's smirk deepened, "Good. Now we can be together, like we always wanted. Right?"

I took her from the walls and pushed her on the living room couch.

"Blake, this was sexy at first, but now you're hurting me." She stated, her voice breaking. I watched her carelessly, my eyes reading betrayal, hurt, and most of all, anger. If Allison loved me so much, why would she do something so cruel that would not only hurt the girl that she's jealous of, but hurt me too? Her eyes melted into mine seriously, and that's when I realized I couldn't do it. I didn't have the ability to make her hurt. Allison may be evil and twisted and devilish, but she's still a girl. I can understand if this was a guy, but it's not. It's Allison. My ex girlfriend.

My eyes softened at her, and then I took my hands off of her and took a few steps back as she laid on the couch with her hands still propped in a pinned up position. She had a look of shock on her face. I cupped the back of my neck while looking at her guiltily, "Get up Allison." I sighed shortly after. She slowly stood up and dusted herself off, flipping her long blonde hair so that it would slap against her back. My eyes read curiosity, and confusion. I wanted answers...and I wanted them now. "Why did you do it?" I suddenly blurted out.

"Did what?" She feigned ignorance, but I couldn't tell if it was done intentionally or not.

Regardless of if she meant to or not, I responded within a hard cold snap. "Do not play games with me. Why did you ruin my relationship? Just why?"

She watched me with sad eyes, and she chewed on her lip. "I hated that you were with her. I couldn't control myself."

I groaned and turned away from her. I didn't want to hear it anymore, I'm just sick of Allison's bullshit. She's even more of a pain when we're not together.

She stepped closer to me and touched my arm, "But that should show you that I love you, alright? And it proves that I would do everything in my power to win you back. Even if that means hurting someone else to get you."