Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 50

Hi readers! I know I've been writing sort of late and I want to apologize. It's just that I'm at my grandparents' house for the time being and they're sooooo old school, and by that I mean having a SLOW computer too. Haha! But I'm trying!

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Elaine literally pushed me into my room and closed the door and locked it. As soon as his eyes went from the doorknob and into my eyes, he grabbed me and started kissing me. I smiled in the middle of it. Unable to tame myself, I kissed him back with an even harder kiss, and he smirked right at me. He pushed me on my bed and I fell onto it within a second, propped on my elbows and looking up at him with a small but nervous smile.

"I will be so much better at this than Blake," He commented in a murmur, giving me a sneaky smile while approaching me. I didn't say anything. He laid on top of me and kissed my neck, and I started panting. I couldn't believe I was doing this...while I was with Blake! I was going behind his back, making out with his best friend.

I felt guilty at first, but I let Elaine's charms take over my train of thought, sending me on a never ending journey of need. I just needed him, and no one else at the moment.

He trailed his hands all over my body, trailing on my legs and to my waist. He had on a devious smile and his eyes held mine. They were so...mesmerizing. I almost wanted to gasp at how gorgeous and bad he looked. The night light pouring into my bedroom and shining on his now-brown hair.

He took my hand and kissed my palm. His eyes never left mine. And then, he pulled himself up to have his lips meet mine, and he kissed me again. His hands went roaming around my body again. I shivered when they went into my shirt.

His smirk widened the more his hands went up...and up...and...

"No!" I instantly shouted as I fought my way out of my nightmare, sitting up in my bed and breathing hard while covering my chest area. I looked around my dark room for a second, seeing nothing but what the moon's light gave me. I ran my fingers through my hair and my heart beat was still racing. I laid back down and stared up at the ceiling.

"It was just a dream Deniella," I said to myself in reassurance, tossing over shortly after. "Just...a nightmare, really." I thought.

It went silent.

"Did I really just dream about having sex with Elaine...?" I questioned in the thick silence that filled my room.

I thought hard about it,  and then my cell phone started buzzing and sliding erratically around my nightstand as if it were having a seizure. I glanced at my digital clock, which read that it was 3am. I sighed to myself and grabbed my cell.

Blake's name flashed on the screen. A text message.

I smiled to myself, Blake would sometimes send me text messages in the middle of the night. He claimed he could never sleep on some nights because he could never stop 'thinking about me'. I actually think it's pretty cute. Though I felt bad this time...considering the fact that I just had a dream about almost having sex with his best friend.

But why? Why am I getting these random thoughts about Elaine? And that stupid dream I just had? What was that all about?

I decided to think nothing of it and opened Blake's text message:

'are you sleeping?' it read.

'not really (:' I replied back.

'good. i figured you weren't. come outside?'