I Pinky Promise { Baylor Barnes }

Chapter 9 Disagreement

-Isebelle-

As Blake drove me home he made corny jokes and was just being a goof. I haven't laughed this hard since Baylor and I went on a trip together in the summer time. Right now I really don't want to think about it and Baylor. I'm really pissed at him. At first I was like, 'what the Fuck crawled up your ass?' but once he wouldn't talk to me and just walked away I got mad. Obviously I didn't want to stay there by him, so I moved over to Blake's table and he was totally fine with it.

"So are you gonna talk to Baylor?" He asks pulling into my drive way. Hearing his name makes me sigh.

"I probably should to let him explain. " I needed answers right away. Baylor and I can't be separated over long period of time.

Blake nods. "Well if anything goes wrong then call me." He shoots me a smile and I return it.

"Thanks for the ride." I say politely. I'm about to open my door, but Blake grabs my hand.

"Wait." He commands in the sweetest way and  gets out on his side. I have a puzzled look on my face as I watch as he runs around his truck and opens my door. Awe.

"My lady." He says like a gentleman and takes my hand. My heart starts beating harder.

"Why thank you." I step down onto my driveway, our hands still in each others.

Our eyes meet. "You know you're beautiful right?" He questions. Blake's dreamy eyes are still locked with mine. I could feel the heat rising upon my cheeks which made me giggle in embarrassment.

"Goodbye beautiful, Text me tonight? "Blake says while letting go of my hand. I smile and nod a yes. "Great." He whispers in my ear and let's go. I wave goodbye and then walk into my house. My parents are definitely not home yet and by the looks of it, my little brother and little sister aren't here. Might as well freak out?

I start to scream and jump up and down happily. 

What? I'm a girl, I have to do that.

"Can you shut up!" I hear my younger Brother Sam yell at me. So he is home... Shit head.

"Don't interrupted my freaking out session!" I scream back.  I start doing this dance into the kitchen with my eyes closed.

Bad Idea.

I kick my foot up and my pinky toe slams the table. "Fucking Shit!" I scream falling to the ground.  I immediately see that I'm not alone. Baylor is right by my side with some ice."Thanks," I groan through gritted teeth setting it on my toe. It hurts like hell.

"What kind of dance was that?" He asks helping me up. I don't say anything and hop on my good foot to the living room couch.

I sit and soon after he does. I can feel his eyes burning into my skull. We both know why he is hear and what we have to talk about.

"Can you stop already? " I blurt out positioning my leg up onto my knee. He sighs and scoots closer.

"I know you want a good explanation for my douchness. " Baylor said that way to serious.

I can't help but crack a little smile.

"Well, when I saw Blake talking to you my over protective side came out in me and when you came back and told us about you guys I guess I got mad."

Why would he be mad? Baylor doesn't like me. We are only friends.  The only thing I can believe of his statement Is him being a douche about it and his protective side.

"Why would you be mad? Blake just asked me to homecoming.  What's the big deal?" I watch as  he  looks away and starts playing with his fingers.