Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 61

Blake, Logan, and Ryan got wasted...or supposedly. Remember when Ryan suggested it and they all agreed to it? Haha. Just thought I'd let you know, since one of you were wondering.

xD

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I kissed Blake. I kissed him to let him know that no matter what we go through, I'd still love him. None. No matter what. He kissed me back, to promise me the same thing, or in other words, agree with me. I love him. That feeling will always linger in me despite everything.

"I love you," He whispered to me, his fingers lacing in mine. My back was against a wall, and I was looking up into his gorgeous eyes. He didn't leave my gaze not once, "Do you love me back?"

"Of course I do." I assured to him seriously. "No matter what."

He kissed me again, and I kissed him back. He held my pale face with his hands. He kissed my bottom lip, and then nipped at it for a second. I let him in. Tongue kissing was rare between us, but I guess this moment kind of disagreed with that. He pushed me more against the wall, and I moaned in a kiss.

"No matter what," He repeated me in a whisper after he parted his lips from me. He looked me in the eyes seriously, caressing my cheek, "Promise me."

I nodded, "Promise."

No matter what.

Ding Dong! I opened my eyes suddenly, taking in what just happened. A dream. I looked around my surroundings for a second and noticed that my room wasn't where I was in. It was Elaine's room. I turned to the side and saw a sleeping Elaine, his arm a little outstretched towards me, like he had it on me when I was asleep. I grabbed my cell phone and saw no more messages. It was nearly a little after midnight. The others were still gone? I scrunched my eyebrows and narrowed my eyes into slits, trying to understand what just happened in that dream.

No matter what?

I started to think about it for a second, until I realized that the door bell rung. I got out of bed quickly but quietly, careful to not startle and wake up Elaine. I went out and around the corner, walking a little further. I opened the front door and no one was there.

Is this some sick joke? Or was I just dreaming about the door bell ringing, too? I could've sworn I heard it. I looked around outside, hearing nothing but the sound of people since the shore wasn't too far from here, and hearing water nearby. I looked down at my feet and noticed a photo on the ground. I picked it up hesitantly but took a look at it anyway.

My heart almost fell out of its place.

My mouth went dry all of a sudden, making it hard to swallow the new lump in my dehydrated throat.

My eyes started to go watery.

My lips started to quiver.

My legs were going wobbly.

My face flustered.

My eyebrows were scrunched even more.

What I was looking at, what was clearly in front of my chocolate brown eyes that I knew were bound to start leaking tears in a matter of seconds, was a photo. A disturbing photo. On it, was a blond bitch, Cloe, and my boyfriend, Blake, sucking on each others' faces...kissing. He was on top of her, and she was under him on a slope looking wall...in a closet. My eyes widened in surprise and realization: Seven minutes in fucking heaven! That dumb ass game!