Just Say It

Chapter 3 ~ Getting To Know You

Lets take a walk. You can show me some of your memories and I'll show you some of mine.

~Adam Berlin

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I have been up here for about an hour and my mom has given up on trying to talk to me so now I'm laying here in my bed sulking and thinking about how pitiful I probably look right now. I changed into a pair of sweats and a tank-top and brushed my hair not even trying the least bit to look nice. The family was still downstairs and I just wanted them to leave so I could forget that they even existed. My thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock on my door. Okay, what I don't get is why my mom is even trying to talk to me. There is nothing to talk about I just want them to leave!

"Argh! What do you want!" I yelled back at the person behind the door. There was a long silence.

"Finally." I grumbled to myself. I sat up and sighed. I rubbed my face and massaged my temples to try and sooth the excruciating headache that had developed.

Just as I was about to get up I heard a slight creak come from the other side of the door. "Mom I don't want to talk right now." my voice came out hoarse but I didn't even care, why should I?

I quietly walked over to the door. I grabbed the handle and slowly turned it. Trying not to make a sound as I opened my door.

"AHH!" I screamed as a tall muscular figure came into my view and he seemed to charge his way into my room.

"Go away, go away, go away!" I screamed in panic as I flung the door back around. I almost had it shut, but then it suddenly stopped "Blake." the boy grunted as his body seemed to crumple between the door frame and the door. I stopped leaning on the door ever so slightly.

"What did you say?" I asked him quizzically tilting my head a little and releasing all pressure that I had had on the door.

"I said Blake, my name is Blake." He said rubbing his chest. "Now can I come in?"

I thought about his request. I really did not want to talk to anyone but that would be rude if I say no. Ugh why do I even care right now! I frowned at myself thinking of what I was about to do.

"Ugh just come in." I mumbled moving out of the way and gesturing for him to enter.

"Thanks." He said giving a half smile leaving his hand placed on his chest.

I walked in behind him and sat on my bed. Why is he in here! My mom probably set this up to try and get me downstairs.

"So what do you want?" I growled at the so called Blake. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets.

"Umm what I wanted to talk to you about was since I'm new in town and I don't know where everything is I wanted to ask you if you could show me around?" He asked sheepishly.

I looked at him like he was crazy, is this really what he wanted to talk about?

"Okay? Well first off, my name is Stacy." I snorted, rather aggravated that he didn't even ask about my name. I sighed, but gave him a forced smile. "And did my mom set you up to this to try and get me down stairs?" I questioned to get my suspicions out of the way.

Blake smiled and shook is head "No your mother did not set me up to this, although she wanted me to come up here and meet you before we left." he chuckled. "Nice to meet you Stacy. My name is Blake, Blake Rackley."

I looked at him with a blank expression. I do not care what your name is nor do I want to talk to you. Guys do NOT understand when a girl says she has a bad day, that it means she has a reason to be cranky and has the right to bite your head off at any moment. There was a long pause in the room before Blake spoke up again, "So will you show me around tomorrow?"