Chapter Twenty Eight: Griffon's Game

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Song: Imagination

Artist: Shawn Mendes

Griffon's Game


He wasn't looking at me; he stared at the wall where my poster was placed. Sitting on the bed with a cigarette between his lips, exhaling he pointed to the poster.

 Sitting on the bed with a cigarette between his lips, exhaling he pointed to the poster

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"You're not into them anymore?" Blake asked not taking his gaze off the wall.

"I put it in the drawer." I stated gesturing to the 'Red Hot Chilli Peppers' poster that he gave me.

"I like the song Californica-"

"Blake, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at the party?" I asked cutting him off. The moon seemed bright as it glowed into my room, outlining Blake's figure.

"Not in the party mood." He replied standing up.Crushing the cigarette, he threw it in my bin and I immediately wanted to slap him.

"I need to talk to you." He whispered faintly.

"Blake I don't want to tal-"

"Then don't! Just listen Lana!" he muttered while gripping my arms. I looked up at him to see his eyes darken; he wasn't wearing his normal attire. He wore a baggy hoodie, sweatpants and sneakers.

"You do realize my dad and our math teacher is downstairs." I scolded pushing him away. I didn't want to them to catch me with Blake in my room, they'd obviously think the worst.

"I don't care right now. I need to talk to you, things just aren't the same anymore." He groaned in frustration.

"Blake I'm not going to listen to you while they are downstairs so I suggest you quit being a pussy and get the hell out of that window and knock on the door like a man!" I hissed pointing to my bedroom window.

"Blake I'm not going to listen to you while they are downstairs so I suggest you quit being a pussy and get the hell out of that window and knock on the door like a man!" I hissed pointing to my bedroom window

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Blake stared at me while I glared at him. His blank expression then changed into a smirk.

"Nice pajamas." He pointed out while looking down to my pajamas. I glanced down to see I was wearing my pink pajamas with baby pandas on them. My cheeks redden in embarrassment as I looked up.

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