Cake Face

Chapter 6: Hide and Seek Tickles

Lucy's POV:

"Why did the statement 'Let them eat cake!' by Marie Antoinette become such a famous statement?"

I drummed my fingers on the library desk. "I don't know! I could honestly care less about history! It all happened in the past, why do we have to learn about it in the future?"

Blake sighed and leaned his arms on the table. "So that we don't make the same mistakes the people of the past made. We learn history so that we don't create another American Civil War or whatever," he responded.

I looked at him. His wavy brown hair was slicked back due to him running his hands through it too much.

We were still new friends but he had slowly started to learn more and more about me.

And I would learn more and more about him every day as well. Like, he had played football since he was in eighth grade, his favorite flavor of ice cream was cookies and cream, and he had won two trophies when participating in his sixth and seventh grade Advanced Mathlete  competition.

I looked at him with tired eyes. He caught me staring and I began to blush as I quickly adverted my gaze.

"How did you get those scars?"

I snapped my head up to look at Blake. He had one of the most sincere looks on his face I had ever seen. Like he actually wanted to know.

"When I was in sixth grade, my whole family was driving home. My Dad was speeding and as a result, we got into a car crash. My mom died. My sister, Eve, pulled me out before I could die."

The silence is cold and eerie.

Tears formed in my eyes. The memory of seeing my mother's lifeless body in the front seat was too much for me. I let out a small sob.

I felt big, strong arms warp around me, burying me in a soft t-shirt. I burst out crying and clung onto Blake's shirt like I was going to slip into the darkness once again. He began to stroke my head softly.

"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked. I'm so sorry," he whispered into my hair. I sobbed louder. Thank the Lord no one was in the library after school.

I gasped for air when I had calmed down. I had my fingers knotted in his shirt and snot stains all over it. My makeup was probably smudged as well.

I looked up at Blake. "Thank you, I needed to cry. I've never had anyone to talk to except Eve. Thank you."

He smiled at me. "No problem, I'm so sorry I-"

I shook my head. "It's okay."

He gave me a pat on the head and I scooted away from him, wiping my puffy eyes on my sleeves.

"We should get you home. It's almost 5:30 in the afternoon," Blake murmured.

I sniffed in response. I started to gather up my things, just as a thick book fell out of my bag and onto the floor. I knelt down to pick it up. I immediately felt my face heat up.

"Um, remember that time we first met and you had to take a phone call? Well you left your book on the table. I meant to give it back to you but I never saw you the rest of the week," I said sheepishly as I held out the book to Blake.

He looked at the book and then back at me. "Thanks. I was looking all over for that."
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"Where the hell is Eve? It isn't like her to be late!" I huffed as I rechecked my phone for the hundredth time.

"She probably is stuck in traffic or somethings. How far away is your house? I can walk you home," Blake said.

"But, what about you? Where's your ride?" I asked.