The Good Girl's Faking It

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Is that spiderman?

UNEDITED

   It was 9pm when I decided to go downstairs. I'm still mad at Blake, really. I mean it's too dangerous! We could get killed in just one quick wrong turn or maybe I might be overacting too.

   I tip-toed my way down since I don't want any disturbing sounds. Mom is still not home, maybe a little late I guess. Milo probably had dinner already since the lights are off. My tummy churns reminding there's food.

    I fetch a glass of milk on the refrigerator and found also a couple of oreos been nicely opened. I didn't eat dinner but it didn't also bothered me, I'm kinda set on the mood of laidback person tonight.

     I dip my oreo on the milk and ate it comfortably but half of my mind drifts off to Blake, Did he already eat? Though the inner voice in my head inviting me to talk to him. I remembered I am still upset. Woah, when did I became so nosy about Blake? I immediately shrug the feeling. Sure, he was good looking as I've said it several times. Blake is the kind of guy, I don't want to fall for. It's too risky.

That's why you picked Nathan instead?

   Oh shut up, conscience. I hum my favorite song Cecilia by: The Vamps on my way through the couch eventually my fingers found to be picking channels through the TV screen.

   First, my plan was to spend my precious Monday night watching Netflix but instead my mind keeps drifting off to Blake, it's been bothering me for a while.

Talk to him...

Talk to him...

Talk to him...
    
    See what I mean? I stood up  and took deep breaths leading to Blake's room. Okay, I'm not apologizing to him. I'm only checking if he's okay.

    When I reach his door, I knock it a few times before I decided to turn back the opposite way.

   "No, Cassie. No turning away, you just need to talk to him." I said out loud. Again facing his closed door.

Cassie what  if the door's locked?
That's the cue when to stop. That's right.

    I knock it again for the last time before I'd walk away. I huffed, my shoulders slouch.

   "Look. If you don't want to talk to me just say so." I say out loud but there was no reply so I did something that is seriously out of my league. Entering his lair.

     "Blake?" The room was dark and quiet as I look around. His bed was arranged perfectly. I was even surprised his room was clean and tidy.

    I shivered, noticing the cold air was slipping inside due to the open window. Then that triggered something.

Why is he not at home? Did he go out cause I was mad?

    Tilting my face near the window adjusting a bit. Then I heard it, the rustling of the bushes, the snap of twigs and what scared me the most? It's not the boogeyman for all I know.

   There was someone climbing to a tree close enough for the opening of the window. Holy cheese puffs!

Is that spider man!?

     I snatched anything I can use for hitting luckily, Blake have an available base bat. It's not that bad if I hit Spiderman, right? I mean, we have a bad spiderman the one who's the villain. Gosh, I watch too many shows! I blame it to the oreos.

  Shuffle ...

   Shuffle ...
   
  I wish it was the good Spiderman.