Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 44

Blake's POV

I walked into Starbucks alone on a Sunday morning, stuffing my hands in my pockets. I was looking for somebody. Apparently, that person wanted to talk to me. I continued looking around, ignoring the constant stares I was receiving.

And then I saw her.

I approached the table and sat down in front of her.

"Hey." Erica said slowly, looking me straight in the eyes.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked her. I thought it was a little unusual that she wanted to see me and meet me at Starbucks, but she said she had to let me know something. Considering the fact that she's my girlfriend's best friend and also sort of a friend of mine, I couldn't just turn her away. She continued looking at me. Her full lips were pursed as she slowly raised an eyebrow at me. I stared at her for a few seconds. Erica really is attractive, I just wonder why she was never a part of the 'in' circle. Oh well, it's not like it matters now anyways. I continued looking at her, until she finally nodded at me.

"I just wanted to ask you when." She initiated slowly, narrowing her eyes slightly at me.

I raised an eyebrow at her and gave her a 'what?' look. I didn't quite understand what she was trying to say.

"When do you plan on telling Deniella that you've really been accepted into Duke?" She suddenly asked. I stared at her wide eyed. What the fuck. How did she know? How??? I shifted in my chair uncomfortably as she gave me a serious look. I slowly opened my mouth and decided to just say anything that would protect myself.

"What...what are you talking about?" I asked dumbly, smiling at her. Nice one, idiot.

"I'm not stupid." She said.

"I was denied, remember?" I mentioned to her, "You even saw the letter I gave you when you and Denny came over last night."

"Letter?" Her brown eyebrows rose at my statement. "Which one?" She asked.

"The one I typed up." I quickly said in defense. I only realized that I gave myself away when she slowly started to smirk at me.

"Ding ding." She chirped. Light started to dance in her almond shaped eyes. Damn, she really got me there. "I checked the date and time when I was reading the letter at your house, and it was made a few minutes before we showed up. I found it strange." She explained with a small and satisfied smirk. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Okay, so I was accepted at Duke," I admitted in annoyance, "But I'm not going. I'd honestly rather stay here in New York."

"She cried for you, you know. Last night. She felt really bad for you." Erica suddenly mentioned.

My heart stumbled for a second. "She cried for me?" I asked.

Erica nodded.

"I told her not to worry about it, though." I said dumbly.

"She feels bad, really bad. Now, when are you going to tell her the truth?" She asked. I watched her for a few seconds. "Come on, Blake. Just tell her you've been accepted but say you're not going to enroll there. Simple."

"Yeah, but then my mom's going to be all pissed for choosing my girlfriend over my future, and then Denny will feel horrible and I just can't see her hurt anymore, okay?" I was being a little loud while saying this, but Erica stood her ground.

"So, you'd rather her find out the hard way? You'd rather watch her feel sorry for you when really you're the reason why you're not going to Duke?" She asked me, sitting up more in her seat.