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Do Me A Favor (part 5)

"Blake, is everything alright?" Brynn asked, placing her hand on his forearm, fingers squeezing. She furrowed her brow in worry, Blake seemed stuck in another world.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, honey," said Blake, blinking as if he was waking up. He gave her a reassuring smile and kissed her cheek.

"You've been awfully quiet," she expressed. "For quite a few hours already. Are you sure you're doing okay?"

"I'm fine, Brynn," Steve reiterated, laughing softly. "I'm just a little woozy from the alcohol Paul made. That's all."

"I thought you were a heavyweight," she teased. "You always seem to brag about it."

Blake scoffed. "But these are Paul's concoctions. They're not for the weak."

Brynn shook her head and they shared a smile. Satisfied that Blake was somewhat back to normal, Brynn turned her head and resumed her conversation with Chels while Blake softly sighed, fingers tapping on his knee.

Blake didn't know what was going on, he refused to believe the daunting realization that was creeping up on him. He had watched as Kevin had suddenly gotten on his feet, dragging you with him across the room and right out of the house. You didn't tell anyone anything, just disappeared.

He shook his head, pretending as if that single action would chase you out of his thoughts. Spending those few hours with you had awakened something in Blake that he was not in the position to feel. He had Brynn, he had no business being attracted to you, to your charm and genuine happiness. He had always seen you as Kevin's close friend, nothing else. Occasionally, he'd bump into you when passing through the hallway in the building you both lived it, but that was it. Kevin was the one who spent time with you. Blake should have seen it coming, he should have known Kevin and you would eventually date.

The hours transpired without you returning and Blake grew worried. At first, he scoffed at this. You were with Kevin, your boyfriend. There was nothing to be worried about. Yet Blake couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about you and decided to text you, to ask you for your whereabouts.

His mouth went dry when he read the response. You were at a bar with Kevin, of course. Sending you a short response, Blake shoved his phone into his front pocket and focused his attention on Brynn, deciding to wander through the house talking to other people.

It was almost midnight when Blake got your phone call. Wrapping Brynn in his arms, Blake drowned himself in her kisses when his ringtone went off. He lurched off the bed, ignoring Brynn's exclamation and answered the call.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

"Blake! I am with—" you hiccupped before bursting out in peals of obnoxious laughter. Blake could hear Kevin's chuckle in the background.

"Where are you, Y/N? Are you okay?"

Blake got out of bed, cradling his phone between his head and shoulder, sliding his jeans up his legs and buttoning them up. He gestured for Brynn to grab his t-shirt after he had left it on the floor by her side of the bed.

"The bar right by 2nd street," you slurred out. "Kev can't find the keys to his car and I really wann' go home. Can you pick me up, Blake? Please."

"I'll be right there."

Blake hung up and pulled on his shirt, looking at a worried Brynn.

"What's going on?" she began to get out of bed.

"Y/N and Kev are at a bar, extremely drunk," he answered. "I'm gonna go get them. God, Kevin is always so reckless."