Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 26

I'm never going down, I'm never giving up. I'm never gonna leave so put yo hands up! If you like me, then say you like me.

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Original POV: Denny

I waltzed miserably into my house with Erica coming over in just an hour. I felt depressed and crestfallen, like a portion of my heart was shot. It was so awkward in Chem, and it was so awkward in the hallways, at football practice, every where! I felt like I couldn't feel normal and feel positive with Blake practically breathing the same air I do ever other hour or so today at school.

I took a shower and redid my hair because I had nothing else to do until Erica came. When she finally came over, we went up to my room, eating popcorn and slurping on low-sugar capri sun pouches.

"So, what are you going to do about Blake?" She randomly asked, tossing a handful of popcorn in her mouth as she sat motionlessly on my room couch.

I shrugged, "Nothing...? I thought we talked about this already, Erica. I told you that I'm going to go back to living in the background of his life. Let Allison have him...then she won't bother me anymore." I mumbled that last sentence, but somehow Erica managed to hear it either way.

She popped out of the seat as if there were a heating stove underneath her butt. "You can't just...just act like you two never had something. There is definitely something there between the two of you. Denny, don't be this way." She practically got on her knees, putting on that puppy dog look little girls usually do. I rolled my eyes at her begging and turned the other way around, being the usual ol' me...stubborn. Nonetheless, I responded to her calmly and tried to conserve my anger energy for some other time when she really pushes me on edge.  

"Erica, I know you want me to be happy. Truth is, I just think this is best. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that for you to understand it but...it is. I mean, I think you just want me to be with him so you can get a guy in his category too." I crossed my arms while stating this, sort of wondering why I would come up with a weak theory like that. Being as though Erica is naturally gorgeous, with her wavy brown hair and blonde highlights and her tan skin and big cute eyes and perfect body (the list goes on and on and on and...), she could get any guy she wants. It doesn't matter if she was quiet and hanging out with the likes of me and Ein, somehow, someway...almost everyone knew or has even heard of Erica Winchester.

Erica was still on her knees, narrowing her eyes at my statement. "Is that so?" She pursed her lips up high in the air and I just stared at her like she was crazy. "Denny, that's not fair! I'm only saying you should be with Blake because well, you actually deserve him. Unlike some girls." She stood up and waltzed her way to my bed, where I was sitting. "And besides, some really, rich and gorgeous girl that doesn't deserve him will take him right from your finger. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Just as I was about to open my mouth, my phone started to buzz inside my jeans. Erica glanced at my front pocket and I took it out without even reading the caller ID name, holding it closely to my ear from the minute I tapped on the 'answer' icon. "Hello?" My eyes darted around eagerly as I waited patiently for someone to answer.

"Denny, hey. It's me. Can we talk?"

I gasped at the voice. Elaine's voice. Just from seeing Erica's next face expression, I could tell she knew it was him, too. I glared to myself, thinking about Elaine just makes me sick. What's he gonna do next? Hurt me again? I stood up and started pacing the floors to avoid sitting awkwardly on my bed. It took me a while to answer, until Erica gave me a 'say something' look.