Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 37

I just can't escape; it's like you're here with me now. But the words you say, they always seem to fade out. Since you been away, I'm just a face in the crowd. Some day, some day, I know you're coming back down. Some day, some day, I know you're coming back down. One day, one day, I know you're coming back down.

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Blake's POV

I drove into the Bethea's driveway with harsh anxiety around noon. I knew I had to apologize to her. It's Sunday, and last night, when Denny stormed out of the hotel, I couldn't find her afterwards. I tried texting her, calling her, but none of it was working. She wouldn't answer me. I had then decided to just give her some time to breathe, and I decided to occupy myself while doing so, by going to Allison's house to tell her sorry.

As soon as I knocked on her door, no one answered. I knew her parents were gone around this time, but I knew she'd be here. Either that, or she left to Buffalo early because of the news that I had slept with another girl while we were both trying to hold down our relationship. Just as I rung the doorbell, I realized that Allison was probably in there and she just didn't want to answer. She'd do that all the time when we were together.

But she always had the door unlocked so I could go in anyway.

I knew how she worked. I sighed and opened the door, and coming to my unexpected surprise, Allison was rolling down some Louis Vutton bags down the staircase. I gazed at them and quickly looked up at her. Once she noticed me, she just stared.

"Allison, can we talk?" I asked.

She went down the stairs and picked up her bags, walking past me and going outside. "Make it quick." Was all she said as she made her way to her car trunk. I had only realized that she was packing to go back to that helping facility in Buffalo.

"Wait, are you leaving to Buffalo so soon?" I asked.

"Yeah," She said to me, "But not until tomorrow morning. I'm just trying to pack so I won't have to do it later. Now if you excuse me, I have to pack some more and you're sort of distracting me."

I gave her a look. How could she just...be so calm about this? Shouldn't she be pissed, or irate, or sad or crestfallen or whatever? Something?

She gave me a look back, "Let's not reminisce on old times, Blake."

"I'm not trying to. It's just, why are you leaving already? And why are you so calm?"

"There's no point in staying any longer. I have friends I don't trust anymore, my parents aren't ever home and the whole idea was to visit them. What's the point in sticking around, you know?"

I gave her a half-curious half-frustrated look.

"What?" She snapped.

"Last night, Lily told everyone that I slept with her last year when I was drunk, and you're not going to try and plot revenge on me and her? Or better yet, cry and lounge by the pool in depression?" I asked.

"Nope." She sighed and looked away.

"Why not? What happened to you?"

"I've changed!" She yelled. I gave her a glare and she shot me an even deadlier one. "You expect me to be a bitch still? It's not me anymore, Blake. Yeah, I was angry that I just found out that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me when we were together but really, am I surprised?" She asked me. "We were both going through hell when we were together and I can see how you'd get angry over it and then grieve with it by letting some whore give you a drink and then having sex with her, whose supposedly my 'best friend'. Is there anything I can do about it now? No." She walked past me to go back inside the house, and I followed her. We both went upstairs and into her room. She was on her bed, folding a few clothes and putting them into more of her bags. As if she could sense me being there, she chuckled. "You still here?" She guessed.