Falling for the Player

Chapter 12- Number 36 on the Field

I quickly scarfed my buffalo wings and moved on to the massive burger, which was practically leaking with flavor. Blake stared at me in awe as I devoured the colossal patty. I saw him raise one of his eyebrows and I stared at him quizzically.

"What?" I pressed, setting down my burger and slightly narrowing my eyes.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "I just didn't expect you to be able to eat all of that."

I smirked proudly, finishing off my burger and licking my fingers.

"Don't be silly," I laughed, "I'm a professional."

Blake smiled.

"Listen," he began, "I've been thinking.... about homecoming?"

"What?" I interrupted, sounding alarmed, "You're not backing out are you? Blake we had a deal. I swear if you hurt Margo I will-"

"Relax," he said, cutting me off, "I was just wondering if you and Lamar wanted to come out to dinner with Margo and I before the dance started."

I narrowed my eyes at him, slightly suspicious of his offer.

"What? Why?" I questioned, "Don't you hate me and Lamar?"

He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a pained expression.

"Yeah, keep rolling your eyes," I snarked, "maybe you'll find a brain back there."

"Laine," he pleaded, "I think it would be better for Margo if you were there."

"O-okay," I mumbled, still confused by his offer, "Fine. Let's do it."

"Ok?" He asked, "You'll do it?"

"Yeah," I confirmed.

Blake and I sat in silence as he finished his plate of ribs. A light rain had begun to fall outside and I watched quietly as tiny droplets slowly descended from the gray sky. After Blake had paid for the meal, we returned to the public library so he could finish his English paper.

We found a cozy spot in the back of the library where we could work. The small nook was lined with three frayed sofas each one overflowing with plush pillows. I plopped down on one of the old couches and watched Blake as he sat down across from me. I rested my head on the firm arm of the couch and closed my eyes. The dim drumming of the rain on the windows and the rhythmic sound Blake's typing was enough to send me into a coma-like state.

I woke again to a hard prodding feeling in my left shoulder.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," I heard a far off voice say.

My eyes fluttered slowly open and I found Blake hovering over me, tapping me roughly on the shoulder.

"I finished my essay, sleepy head," I told me as I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"That's good," I replied, still sounding groggy from sleep.

Blake sat down next to me and showed my his lengthy paper. I read it over thoroughly and deemed it to be good enough to hand in.

"Get up princess," he said, "I'll take you home."

I followed Blake out of the library and into the parking lot. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still a deep gray color and looked as if the clouds could burst at any moment. Blake dropped me off at my house and I spent the entirety of the afternoon editing a feature piece Margo had sent me to be published in the new newspaper.

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"Who's the best bitch to ever walk the Earth?" Margo exclaimed as she plopped down next to me, slamming a newspaper on the table.