Dude's A Lady?

Chapter Forty Five

"Okay? Care to explain why you all broke into my house and broke through our ceiling?" Blake raised his voice and it vaguely reminded me of his asshole exterior I was first introduced to.

Sophia, Sawyer, and I were all standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, like children waiting to be punished. "Uhh..." Sawyer trialed off, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, we could explain it." Sophia mumbled, "But, Vi is the one you should talk to. So Saw, and I are going to wait in the car." she grabbed Sawyer's sleeve and tugged him away when Blake stopped them.

"No." He said sternly. So far, he had avoided looking at me. Not a good sign in my favor. "Both of you should leave. I really need to talk to Vivian and I'll take her home." as he said this, his eyes slowly turned to me.

They were empty of anything I could read.

Definitely not looking good for me.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Sawyer scoffed, taking Sophia by the hand and leaving me behind. When he was clambering into the car he turned back and called out, "Sorry about the vent bro, I can send a check for the damages!"

Before Blake could reply, Sawyer closed the door and started up the car. We silently watched as the car drove out of Blake's neighborhood. "Tell your brother I don't want a check." He said turning to me.

"Will do." I nodded. Blake began to walk and turned back to me, and raised his eyebrow.

"Am I going to walk myself to your house for no reason?"

"Uh.."

"I'll walk and you talk. Tell me why you broke into my house." He said, moving over to grab my hand. I let him place my hand in his as we walked further away from his house. I raised my eyebrow at the gesture, but Blake ignored me and began walking, tugging me after him.

We stayed quiet as I tried to gather up what exactly I was going to say. But as I tried to concentrate, the fact that my hand felt like it belonged in his, was distracting. All I could think about was how it didn't scare me. It didn't scare me how much this person meant to me. How much power he had over me, because this was love. This was how love was supposed to be.

It was not being scared, even though this person had the power to destroy you. Because you knew, that if this was love, then you trusted them with your heart. You trusted them to not break it. And if they did, then it was a privilege to be broken by them.

"My dad-" I began strongly and without caution. "he's in town with his fiancée."

Blake hesitated before he turned to me and asked, "Are you okay? I mean, I know you aren't exactly on the best terms with him."

I smiled at how even as angry as he was at me, he still wanted to protect me. That's why I loved him, I thought. It was because he was there, when he didn't need to be. "I'm fine. She's really lovely, and I think he's finally got it right. I think my dad finally found what he couldn't find in his first marriage." I said and as I said it, I remembered how my dad looked at Laura, like she held something better for him, and how he knew he didn't deserve it.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Overwhelming love." I answered, "It makes no sense, but it doesn't need to. Because it was worth all the time you fought yourself, proving that you were deserving of that kind of love."

"Sounds nice."

I nodded and turned to him. "Doesn't it? When I saw him and Laura together, I realized that I had an overwhelming kind of love too. The kind that doesn't make sense, but I didn't need it to make sense. Not with you, Blake. Nothing makes sense when i'm with you."