The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Three - Something funny ❤

❤ Chapter Three - Something funny ❤

I sat there, eyes wide and lips pursed into a thin line. Blake, however, went directly to Mrs. Bloom and started asking her questions about the assignment. But there was only one question that I wanted to ask her - could I get another partner?

Sadly, Blake didn't ask that or anything even remotely close to that.

When the bell rung, I took off silently and exited the building. And then I made my way towards the bike rack, only to find my bike nowhere in sight.

Fudgesickles!

I searched practically the entire school building, and with no luck. I groaned, flailing around like a bratty kid that didn't get what she wanted for Christmas.

So I walked home. Thankfully, it was a cloudy day. I walked on the sidewalk, grumbling about how this day couldn't get any worse.

HONK! HONK!

I looked ahead. I wasn't on the road like yesterday, I was still on the sidewalk. So I shrugged it off, thinking that maybe my ears were just playing tricks on me.

HONK! HONK!

This time the honk was coming from right next to me. "What?!" I demanded to the driver. The window was open, and it revealed the face of Blake.

I mustered up the courage to scowl at him.

"What do you want?" I spat. But he only chuckled in response.

"Someone's having a bad day," he remarked. I trudged on ahead, trying my best to ignore him.

"Need a ride?" he finally asked. Without another word, I stopped walking and got in the passenger seat with a loud bang of the door. He drove to my house as I sat there with arms crossed, huffing.

"What's gotten you into such a bad mood?" he asked, glancing at me sideways.

"You," I hissed sourly, much like a cat. He chuckled again.

"What did I do?"

I kept silent. This obviously amused him, since he smiled triumphantly while I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, he stopped the car. I glared at him.

"Don't tell me you ran out of gas," I warned. He shook his head.

"I didn't."

"Then why did you stop the car?" I asked, irritated.

"Because..." he drew out slowly. "We need to work on the song."

I rolled my eyes. "I know, but we can do it next month. In case you weren't paying attention, the assignment's due by the end of the year. And we can't really write a song about our relationship if we don't even have one to start with," I told him.

Suddenly, he broke out into a mischievous smile. One that reminded me so much of something, someone...

"Are you saying that you want to go out with me?" he asked cheekily.

I looked at him in bewilderment. Then I put my hands up in the air. "I didn't mean that kind of--you know what? I just... I just can't with you anymore!" I gave up and got out of the car and proceeded to walk home. He apparently got out of the car too and quickly caught up to me.

"Sorry!" he told me as he grabbed my shoulder to spin me around. And that was when I noticed how blue his eyes were. They reminded me of another pair of blue eyes that I hadn't seen in years...

Except the pair of eyes I was staring at at the moment weren't filled with the same brightness and innocence. They were filled with something else, something--