A boy named Blaze

Chapter 30

Blaze

I grabbed my remote and turned on the tv, there was a poker game on today but I didn't talk to Tara and besides I didn't feel like going. She should get the guy's numbers so maybe they can pick her up once in awhile, even though I hate to say I kinda like picking her up. Her wrapped around me on my bike, I don't think I'm willing to give that up anytime soon. I smiled to myself as I flicked through the channels trying to find anything that I could stand to watch. Damn, maybe I should have gone to poker I was bored as fuck.

Then I heard my buzzer go off for my apartment. I froze, no one knows who I live, besides Tara andBry but they wouldn't be here. I grabbed my gun figuring if it wasn't a wrong number if they wanted in the would get in anyways. I slowly walked over to the window to see if I could see any cars but Icouldn't. The buzzer went off again and I looked at it, clicking off the safety. It went off again and again and again, like a little two year old was randomly pressing it. But there are no little two yearold's in this building.

I'm pretty sure Bry would be at poker but no one out to kill me would press the button a billion times. My bow knitted in confusion as I looked at the buzzer as it went off yet again. It was starting to piss me off and I figured it cant be anyone trying to kill me. I pressed the button, not letting them in but so I could hear if they were saying anything or talk to them. As soon as I pressed it a whole bunch of threats and cusses filled the room. I listened to an annoyed little voice rant on, "he's in there I can see his fucking bike that fucking wanker better let me in before I start throwing big rocks at his window and breaking in the damn apartment. All he has to do is at least fucking give me Blake'snumber." I starting chuckling and I swear I hear her glare at me as she stopped ranting.

"Gonna let me in?" she asked sounding annoyed and I laughed. I should have known it was Tara, she would be the only one who would go buzzer happy, damn I would hate to see her trigger happy. I pressed the button and heard the door be thrown open. Opening my door and leaning against it I saw Tara jog up the stairs and walk right past me into my apartment like she owned it. I rolled my eyes at her and shut the door. "So what did I do to get this lovely visit," I asked , voice full ofsarcasm. I looked her up and down, she was wearing a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top with runners and he hair tired into a bun on top of her head. Sweat cover her body and I let my eyes rake over her before beginning them back to her eyes.

She shrugged her shoulders, "I was pissed, worked out a ton at the gym till I passed out and then jogged home since that how I got there but passed your house and came to say hi." I looked her over again and looked at the time. It was eight PM, I wonder how long she was working out. "Passed out?" I commented. She simply shrugged again, "whenever I'm mad I work out till I almost pass out, go home, and sleep but I jogged there and so I over worked till I fainted, I fainted of about an hour, woke up and jogged here." I guess I cant say much but I'm pretty sure that is really unhealthy. I told her that but she simply rolled her eyes and walked into my kitchen.

"Cups?" she asked and I pointed to the top shelf. She reached up, grabbed a cup, and filled it with cold water before chugging it down. She filled another two up before jumping on the couch and getting comfy. "So I guess there isn't any poker tonight?" she asked. I rolled my eyes as I pushed her feet off my couch, "there is but I didn't go." She looked confused, "why?" I rolled my eyes, "you wanna go don't you." A small smile fell upon her lips, "if you want." I stood up and grabbed my jacket, "come on." A big smile filled her face and she did a squeak of excitement before rushing out the door.

I dont know why she likes poker so much, she doesnt even play. She just passes out on Blake's lap and jokes around with the guys when she is awake. Yet I guess that is what she likes, hanging with the guys. When I got downstairs she was already on my bike looking at me, sometimes she reminds me of such a little kid. I jumped on and I felt her snuggle upto me and I couldnt help but smile. I like Tara okay, what am I suppose to do. I stated the bike and started towards Marley's house where poker was held again. I felt the wind against my face and smiled bigger, I fucking love my bike.