A Rattle in The Frame

Chapter 5

~Blaise~

Her nearly nonexistent brows furrowed in confusion, "And what the hell does that mean?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, "Do you remember the party-"

"You mean the one where you got me drunk, hoping to get lucky?" She interrupted.

My eye twitched, "Okay, first of all, that was never my intention. I just wanted you to have a little fun." She didn't look to convinced but I continued, "Yes, that party. Well, I may or may not have lost you for about thirty minutes or so and-"

"You lost me?!" She screeched, "At a frat party?!"

That was my reaction the night it happened. I sighed, "You going to let me finish or not?" When she didn't say anything else, I continued, "I still had your book and was honestly starting to freak out. Apparently, Scott found you and brought you upstairs and by the time I made it up there, he had you pinned against the wall. You were crying and I-"

SMACK!

I was cut off by a sudden shock of pain that rippled through my face and the sound JoAnn's hand made as it came in contact with my left cheek. I blinked and gently touched the tender skin, fighting off waves of emotions that threatened to overflow.

"Making up some stupid hero story isn't going to get you that many brownie points. Especially if the villain is someone you call your bestfriend. That wrong on so many levels."

I frowned, cupping my inflicted cheek as I stared into her blue eyes. They seem to shine brighter with anger and disbelief, " You... You seriously think I'm lying?"

"Well, I seriously don't think you're telling the truth." She mocked as she shook out her hand.

I worked my jaw, "Why would I stoop so low as to make up a fake attempted rape story. And even if I did, I would definitely not use it on someone who is as smart as you. Even I'm not that stupid."

JoAnn glared at me.

"Red, honestly. I'm not making this up!" I looked at her stunning eyes once more, hoping to see just a spark of belief, but, seeing none, I sighed and pulled my bag off my shoulder and unzipped it. I handed her the book she was reading the night I met her, "Believe me or don't believe me, it's your choice."

She slowly took the book and looked it over in her hands, before running her finger down the spin and frowning, "Blaise, this isn't my book, mines in my apartment. This is brand-"

"You book had coffee spilled on it that morning. I felt bad because you told me how much you love the series, so I bought you a new one to replace it." Slugging my bag back on, I turned, "Well, I guess I'll see you..." I paused and touched my cheek before speaking again, "Bye, Red."

I walked to my car and got in before I allowed myself to breath. How could she not believe me? I hadn't done anything to cause her to not trust me.

Atleast, not that I knew of.

I ran a hand through my hair, disheveling it to the max. That book had been hard to find to...

~ JoAnn~

I stared down at the book in my hands and raised a brow. Most of Jim Butcher's hard back books, especially the second book of the Dresden File's, weren't sold in stores any more. Blaise had to have ordered this online.

I shook my head and shoved it into my bag, "Kiss ass. " I grumbled.

Tying my hair back into a loose pony, I started to make my way to my first class, Blaise and the book still running through my head.

Maybe I had act harsh. I mean, he didn't look like he was lying but... Scott. No, Scott wouldn't do that. They were both players who knew their field and I just so happened to be the ball they were after.

I always was.

Even if what Blaise had said was true, why didn't he tell me the next morning instead of waiting a whole week to tell me? Why hadn't Scott said anything?

I thought back to how tense Blaise had been. Was that typical body language between friends? I may only have two close friends, but I know for a fact we never acted like that with each other.

I shook my head, he had to be lying. I figured he was when he said that getting into my pants wasn't his objective of the night.

"Relax, I wouldn't do that to you."

I froze, Blaise had said that when I had woken up, confused and hung over in my own bed.

Fully dressed.

And he was also a stranger who had welcomed himself into my apartment... and held my hair for me while I threw up the concoctions I had consumed that night, and cooked me breakfast, and drove me to the ER.

I thought back to the look of genuine concern as he looked over my foot.

Maybe it all hadn't been a lie, but the bull about Scott had to be.

Right?

Why did I seem so unsure of myself than? I shook my head at myself and started my way up the steps to the english hall.

I was just reaching for the door when my phone buzzed.

Pulling it out of my pocket, I quickly read the text.

Hey there beautiful. Its Scott. Was wondering if u wanted to go to a party w/ me 2night. Promise i wont loose u.

I cringed, he was one of those texters. I entered the building, chewing my lip as I thought of a response. I really didn't feel like going to a party tonight. The argument between Blaise and I drifted back into my mind and I rolled my eyes.

Sure, where is it? What time and what should I wear?

Meet @ the cafe @ 6 and as long as u bring ur smile, we should be good :)

(( Sorry for such a short chapter, I have a lot in store for this story and I didn't want all of it in one chapter ;) Don't worry though, next chapter coming soon))