Cake Face

Chapter 9: Dylan

Lucy's POV:

"For our next project, you'll be doing a partner experiment. This experiment will be worth 45% of your final grade, so make sure you aren't slacking. Now, go find a partner. You have thirty seconds," our chemistry teacher said, clapping her hands together.

I spun my head around to see Blake being swarmed by girls. I stood, mouth open, as I watched the scene in front of me unfold.

Blake shook his head at all the girls and stepped out of the circle they had formed around me. His eyes found me and with a smile, he sauntered over to me.

"Well, Button, you'll attract flies if you don't close your mouth soon," he said, winking at me.

"Shut up," I said, turning red and punching him in the arm.

We sat down at an empty lab table and began to discuss project ideas. And by discuss, I mean that Blake came up with the ideas and I wrote them down and added more detail to each idea. It works.

When the bell rang, I waved goodbye to Blake before exiting the room. I had to visit my locker before I went to lunch with him. I planned on staying after school and needed to grab my pass before my last class. I don't know what it was, but study hall was always a relaxing class to attend after school. Especially when Blake tagged along before going to football practice.

I dialed my combo into the lock and swung my locker door open to reveal three books, an emergency makeup kit, mirror, and markers. The metal walls were decorated with scratch-and-sniff stickers. Love those things.

I grabbed my pass and began to make my way to the cafeteria. I finally entered the building and a waft of food hit me like a truck. I quickly paid for a lunch and went to find Blake among the multiple rows of hungry students.

A look of concern crossed my face when I realized that Blake didn't seem to be in the cafeteria. My phone buzzed. I balanced my tray in my hand as I searched my pocket for my phone. I pulled it out triumphantly to read the text that flashed across its screen.

'Yo, out on the field if you want to join me'
-Blake

I shoved my phone back in my pocket before spinning on my heel and walking out of the cafeteria. But I'm me.

"Shit!" I grunted as I smacked right into another student.

I flew backwards and stumbled in an effort to catch myself from falling. I looked up at the person I had just covered in gooey grilled cheese. My eyes widened and I scrambled over to grab some napkins. I began to desperately wipe at the shirt that was sadly, grease-stained all over.

"I am so sorry, I'm such a clumsy person! And I wasn't looking! I should have been! And I've ruined your shirt I-" I said meekly.

A finger was pressed against my lips that stopped my pathetic attempt to make the situation better. My eyes widened as I felt a hand wrap under my chin and lift my head up. I stared into a pair of blue eyes as deep as the ocean. Flecks of silver were splashed across them, bringing even more beauty to something already breathtaking.

A smile crossed across the perfectly tan face I was looking up at. "It's fine. I didn't like the shirt anyway. I think the more important question is if you are okay," he said. His voice was like honey, thick but soothing and warm.

I realized that half the cafeteria was staring at us. My face went bright red as I looked away from him and backed up. "I'm fine, thanks." I said quietly.

I felt a hand wrap around my arm and I jerked my head up. I felt myself being dragged out of the cafeteria and into the hallway. The hand let go of me and I backed into the lockers.