Broken Promises

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sun shining in through my bedroom windows. I was beginning to miss the cold Decembers that we had at home but I didn't want to go back just yet. Mexico was amazing. I spent most of the time hanging out with Savannah, Vanda and Jake. It really felt like I knew them for ages. We had so much in common.

I looked up at the calendar on the wall. It was the 6th of December. I couldn't believe it. It has already been a month since he died.

"Blake," I call quietly, hoping he would appear again. And surprisingly, all of a sudden, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. I closed my eyes, appreciating his warm embrace that I have been longing for. "It's been a month." I sighed in disbelief.

He didn't say anything, he just kissed me gently on my neck. The feeling gave me goosebumps. I turned around to face him, "Blake. Am I going crazy?"

He chuckles quietly, "No Cassie. You're not going crazy."

"Then how come you're here with me when you're actually..." Stopping myself, I stared into his sparkly, brown eyes.

"I don't know, Cassie." He says in a low, husky voice. "And to be honest, I don't get it either." He gently placed his hand on my cheek. "We should just be grateful that we got a chance to be together again though. And that we got the chance to say goodbye properly." He looks down, trying to hide the tears in his eyes but I noticed. Deep down I knew that he was right. It was like a dream having him back and I should just appreciate it without asking all these stupid questions.

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Later on, Jake came to pick me up. It was the day of the party. I used to love parties but lately, I didn't feel much like partying. It's not like I had a reason for celebrating.

I opened the door, smiling. "Hey."

Jake looked me up and down and finally said in a posh accent, "Well you look magnificent milady."

I fight the urge to laugh and reply in a similar accent. "You don't look too bad yourself, sir."

"Shall we?" He asks offering me his arm.

"We shall," I reply before we both burst out laughing. "So where's Savannah and Vanda?" I ask as I get in the car.

"They said that they'll meet us there. Knowing them they're probably still getting ready."

I chuckle. "Yeah. Probably." I say as I look through Jake's collection of CDs. "Shania Twain?" I look at him questioningly.

"What? She has good songs!" He defends himself.

"True." I agreed, putting the CD into the player. I was a big fan of Shania Twain even though I didn't really like country music from other artists. The first song that came on was 'Man I Feel Like a Woman'. I turned the volume up and started singing along.

"I'm going out tonight. I'm feeling alright. I'm gonna let it all hang out..." I sang loudly pretending I was in a music video.

Jake kept laughing but his eyes never left the road.

"Come on! Sing with me!" I told him.

"No way!" He laughed.

"Awk come on! Please?" I asked in a cute and innocent voice. "The best thing about being a woman..."

"Is the prerogative to have a little fun and... Whoah-oh-oh." He sang quite shyly at first but then started being as loud as me. When the song ended we both glanced at each other and burst out laughing.

Soon we reached the party. The house looked quite big but not as big as Marissa's. It was still very pretty though and it also seemed expensive. 

"Ready to go?" Jake asked me, both of us staring at the house towering over us.