Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 27

Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when, you're gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. And if you have a minute, why don't we go...talk about it, somewhere only we know?

Well my story isn't on the Teen Fiction's 'What's hot' list anymore. Oh well. I'll continue to write anyways. BTW, I am introducing a new character to the story!

:D

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Original POV: Denny

"I stil can't believe Blake had sex with Allison. Why would he do such a thing to you?" Erica asked on a Saturday morning at my house. Ever since Monday night, I stopped talking to Blake. He just pissed me off so bad, and he hasn't tried to talk to me either. Anyway, Erica slept over my house the night before. We were in the living room watching TV while eating waffles. My mom and dad just left to find recipe books for the upcoming holiday, Thanksgiving.

I rolled my eyes again. Ugh, when is she going to drop this conversation? She's been attempting to bring it to life ever since I left his house Monday night, too. I just wanted to forget about Blake and focus on school. That's what I was supposed to only do anyhow. I shouldn't worry about guys!

"Erica, eat." I demanded in a rough and exhausted voice, just wanting to end the conversation now.

"Why? It's clearly too important to just ignore," She shrugged for the fraction of the second and then she smiled teasingly, "So, how are you and Elaine now?"

"I still hate him," I confirmed with a sour face, "What would change it?"

"He warned you about Blake and Allison getting together that night. I figured you'd be at least on speaking terms with him now."

"Well, no. I don't feel like trusting Elaine either. Because I'd just like him again and then end up getting hurt...again." I stood up and threw my plate with used syrup away, going back to sit beside Erica seriously. "I just think school should be my main focus right now."

"Smart choice," Erica claimed with a smirk, "But not the right choice."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes at her again and our conversation was randomly interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Erica and I exchanged contact for a slight second, until it rung again.

"Who is that?" She whispered as if she were an illegal immigrant hiding from the police in a raggedy home.

I shrugged, "My parents just left. It can't be them. Or maybe they just forgot something." I stood up and without even checking to see who it was, I opened it instantly. It was a random guy with a little girl beside him. He was tall and had dark hair but insanely medium blue eyes. I blinked twice at him, wondering if this was a dream or not. He looked sort of built, but not too built. He looked at me and then down at a clipboard.

I stared at him stunningly. I didn't know if dropping a hot guy at my doorstep was some sort of joke or if it was real. The little girl stared at me menacingly, with a huge box right behind her. "Older kids," She mumbled, rolling her eyes. I studied her for a while and something told me she wasn't very fond of teenagers. However, the guy beside her looks like a teenager. He looked around my age, probably a year older or more.

"Excuse my little sister," He started up, smiling brightly at me. He glanced at the clipboard and back at me again, "She's selling girl scout cookies and my mom is making me help her, so..."

Girl scout cookies? I hissed in my thoughts, He's some hot guy that could be banging girls one by one and he's helping his little sister...with girl scout cookies? I continued to give him that look, "Girl scout cookies?" I blurted out aloud this time. My eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.