The Good Girl's Faking It

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: There are times when I hated Gravity. It makes things fall everytime.

     I don't know where is he taking me again this time. My feet dragging me within his pace, I don't want anymore pulling of my wrist this second time around. We turn to our left side leading to stairs. My eyes following his stare.

     "Blake where are we going?" I ask still don't have any idea what's going on.

         "Upstairs." He spoke continuing through the stairs. My eyebrows creased mentally processing what exactly are we doing.

     "What for?" I asked the second time around still following behind him.

      "You'll see." Two words only came out of his mouth and I'm already questioning myself how easily his mood can change. Bipolar. A hair falls in my face making me huff.

      "What if I don't like surprises?" I tell him, eyes darting at his back.

      "It will only take a minute, Sweetpea" So we're back at the names, Blake.

    Sure did only took a minute after we reached the rooftop. The rooftop was incredible, you could actually see the entire school ground. Wow, a breath of fresh air once a while feels really good. Blake sure knows how to pick a place somehow it makes me smile.

       "Here." He handed me a paper bag which compose of not only a Burger but also cookie chips.
  
        "Uh. Thanks." I stifle a smile. It's so unusual too see Blake doing kind things to me. I'm used to Blake being a cocky jerk.

        "Don't thank me, Sweetpea. You're paying for that." He retorted back. I'm taking back what I said earlier.

Great, you just ruined the moment Blake.

      "Gee Thanks for reminding me, Blake." I fake laugh, biting the Burger.
     
        "No problem, Sweetpea."

       I smack his head making him grone in pain. This boy needs a check-up.
 
       "I'm not paying for that."

          "I know." He replied with a smug look leaning his face a few inches apart from mine. That adorable luscious plum lips my eyes darting at his lips but instead of falling for a trap, I pushed him away  hard enough to fall on his back.

    There are times when I hated gravity, when why on the earth need to make it happen? And this are one of these times.

   PRESENT:  I forgot his arms we're attached to my shoulders dragging me also in his fall. Damn, gravity!

     "This is why sometimes I hate gravity." I half mumbled currently in a stake of being thrown in a hard chest.

      "Awwww." I heard Blake's muffled voice. My face totally buried in his chest, I tried to get up but two strong arms cocoon me like a cage.

     "I like it better this way." I tried escaping under his arms stretching my arms, I squinted my eyes.

     "Doesn't it occur to you that I'm on top of you?" I asked getting up.

     "I don't mind at all." He said, abruptly leaving my thoughts conceived. I begin to notice his eyes were steady at my chest, I blush immediately getting up successfuly.

     "You jerk-headed mutthole." I said through gritted teeth.

     "Your humor improves everyday so well Ms. Jones." He commented while I just eyed him intensely.

     "Look up." He whispered strong enough for me to hear. Anyway, I did what he said.

     It took my breath actually before I even got to say one word. The sky was undeniably beautiful. It was a clear day, the clouds looked so soft and the lovely blue color that surrounds everywhere.