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

❤ Four - 'Bliper' coming through ❤

❤ Chapter Four - 'Bliper' coming through ❤

"Us?" I asked.

"Yes, us," he replied with a smile.

"B-but there is no us," I told him.

"Well that's certainly not what they think," he gestured to the people staring at us.

"What do you mean?"

"Pipes, they just saw the two of us coming out of the janitor's closet, with your face burning red, and I have my arm around you--don't you think the student body would suspect at least a little something going on between the two of us?" he pointed out, trying to suppress a smirk.

I blushed a scarlet red, because the truth was, I did think that our situation would've caused at least a little bit of suspicion.

Upon seeing my reaction, Blake laughed. He continued to lead me through the hallways, with his arm still on my shoulder.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"To your locker," he replied coolly.

"But my locker's that way," I pointed.

"You should've told me that earlier," he sighed.

"Well you looked like you knew what you were doing."

"I'm new here!" he reminded me, and it was my turn to laugh. I shrugged his arm off my shoulder and grabbed his wrist and lead him through the hallways in the other direction.

When I reached my locker, I grabbed my notebook and shut it closed. Blake was still behind me, humming a tune I wasn't familiar with. His dark, messy hair looked like it was shining, since the light was right above him.

"Where's your next class?" I asked him.

"Uh..." he pulled his schedule out from his pocket. He took his time unfolding it, and I glanced at the clock.

"Oh my next period's music which means yours is, too. Come on," he said.

I grabbed his wrist again and led him through the hallways. He stopped in his tracks and I turned around to look at him. He freed his wrist from my grasp and then took my hand in his.

"Uh... what are you doing?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Putting on a show," he smiled and we walked side-by-side.

"Um, I have sweaty hands..." I told him. He only chuckled in response.

"Yeah, you do," was all he said.

"Aren't you going to let go of my hand now?"

He shook his head. "Nah."

"Okay then," I said.

"They say people with sweaty hands are nervous," he stated, staring ahead.

I looked up at him quizzically. I wasn't quite sure what his point was.

"Are you... Nervous because of me, Pipes?" he smirked, and turned to face me.

I huffed. "Don't think so highly of yourself. You're nothing to be nervous about." I continued to walk on ahead.

He caught up to me, chuckling. And meanwhile, everybody kept staring at us like we were Hollywood celebrities or something.

But then I became confused again. I was pretty sure that half of these people didn't see us coming out of the janitor's closet, and my face wasn't red anymore. So why were they staring at us?

"Um Blake, why are they staring at us now?" I whispered.

"I honestly don't know," he admitted, but kept his cool. I only shrugged, trying to brush it off. Suddenly, a girl came rushing towards us and snapped a picture with her cellphone. And then she scurried off, leaving me partly shell-shocked.