Blake X Yang- You Belong With Me

Chapter 11

~Blake's P.O.V~

The dance was rapidly approaching, but I had no time to get ready for it thanks to all the teachers handing out stacks of homework every day. I had no time to buy a dress or shoes or anything required for having fun and looking good at a dance.

I sat in Professor Ooblek's class, learning the history of our great country, which was boring me to death, like usual. I sighed softly, so Ooblek wouldn't hear, staring down at my paper, and doodling. Yang and I to be specific. Us holding hands, and other things that if anybody bothered to look at, wouldn't live to tell about it.  

Yang came in late, as usual, but something about her was off. She didn't come into the room with a smile full of rebellion or walk in like she owned the pace, the usual Yang demeanor. I took a closer look, and instantly knew. She wasn't looking at me. She wasn't looking at anyone. She fixed her gaze to the back of the room, on the last seat in the row. She had shadowed eyelids, like she was exhausted and couldn't bother to hide it. I fought the urge with all I had not to go over and ask her what was wrong. She wasn't being the usual Yang. 

I looked back towards the front of the room, where Ookblek was handing out the assignment for tonight. A paper about the history of Vale and how the trade systems worked between the countries. I sighed. Thank god it's Friday...otherwise I'd never get this done in time. 

The bell rang just as I was writing out the main points of my essay, brainstorming, so I'd have less to do at home. Yang got up instantly and walked towards the door at full speed, like she couldn't wait to get out of there. Like she needed to leave at this very second. I needed to go over and find out what was wrong with her. Before the end of the day, when she could escape with her car and avoid questioning. I packed up my things faster than I'd ever done before and ran out to catch up with Yang, managing to corner her off in the lunchroom. I took my place and set my things down on the table in front of me, afterwards turning my gaze to Yang.

Blake: "What's wrong? Why do you loo like you could sleep for a millennia?" I asked her with one eyebrow up and a gleam in my eye. 

Yang: "I was up till one in the morning doing math that makes no sense." She says, already getting heated, after a few simple words.

Blake: "Is that all? I thought something was seriously wrong. If you needed help with math, all you had to do was ask." I told her, putting a hand on her shoulder and smiling softly. 

Yang looked at me as if I was crazy, before finally realizing I was being serious and nodding.

Yang: "Fine...will you tutor me?" She asks me with the same stubborn look she always gets in class before finally asking for help.

I nod to her, agreeing, and smile at her.

Blake: "We can even get started now if you'd like." I tell her, reaching out to my binder, which held a place at the table, to get paper and a pencil.

She shook her head immediately. 

Yang: "No. I just got done with math. Too tired....to function...." She pretended dramatically to be a robot shutting down from loss of power. Yang was back. I silently cheered in my head.

Blake: "Ok....fine. Are you free tonight?" I ask her. "Around four?" 

She nods and, with a smile, heads over to the lunch line, grabbing a tray and a milk and standing behind a boy I'd seen in Ooblek's class just a few minutes ago. He had short blonde hair and his outfit definitely wasn't fit for the school environment. Without a shirt, stood Sun Wukong, smiling and flirting his way through the lunch line. I sighed. Boys...

He gave me a wink as he stood in line, which I replied to with a slight rolling of my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest in a gesture that hopefully came offto him as Don't even try.

He shrugged his shoulders after getting the response, smiling his usual shiny smile, eventually fading from sight as more and more people got into line.

~Yang's P.O.V~

As I stood in line, waiting for what seemed like an eternity to get my lunch, I looked back and saw Sun flirting with Blake, which should've been clearly off limits to anyone but me. Red hot anger flared inside of me. I gave Sun a look like I wanted to punch him in the face, because I did. 

Luckily, the line moved up enough that he couldn't see her anymore, and at that second, I slowly began to calm down, as the jealousy in me subsided. 

As I got farther into the line, it started to speed up. Within mere minutes I'd gotten my main meal and my side salad and fruit, and I was paying for it at the cash register, where I then took the tray over to Blake's table, where she was reading instead of eating. You leave her alone for two minutes...

As I sat down the tray, the Bang! of the plastic brought her out of her book and back into reality, and I picked up my fork, poking the lasagna and tearing off a piece. Blake would've gotten into her book again if I hadn't spoken up.

Yang: "So....." I said, hoping that an inspiration would arise from within her to start an interesting conversation.

She stared at me, as if she expected me to continue the sentence. I looked at her intently, my eyes giving the signal for her to talk. She didn't.

Yang: "What do you want to talk about?" I asked her, trying to get her to spark up a conversation.

She didn't. 

Blake: "There's not much to say....." She said, then almost immediately, as if out of nowhere, her eyes lit up, and she sat up straight against the invisible wall the lunch table seats provided. 

Blake: "Do you have a dress?" She asked me, with a nervous hint in her voice, like she was afraid. But why would she be afraid?

I nodded, a piece of lasagna in my mouth, and chewed for a few awkward seconds before swallowing.

Yang: "Yeah...It's white....it's a halter dress...." I tell Blake in a soft and very quiet voice. I don't want the entire student body to know that Yang Xiao Long wears dresses. Or even goes to dances in the first place. 

Blake nods right as the bell rings. Half an hour goes by pretty dang fast when you're bored. I shhrug as Blake stands, reaching out to grab her binder and textbook, and starts to leave, stopping at the last second by the doorway, looking back at me.

Blake: "You gonna be ok if I go to class?" She asks me.

I nod an smile before speaking.

Yang: "Go on without me. I'll see you in a minute." I tell her.

She's almost convinced that I'll be fine, but before going, says one last thing.

Blake: "If you're too tired to focus in class, lay down in the nurses office. It'll help." She tells me, hoping that I'll take the advice by how worried she looks.

Yang: "I'll be fine. Go! Don't be late for class!" I tell her with a smile, shooing her away with my hands.

Blake nods and walks out the door, slower than she usually would, as if she's waiting for me to call her back, hoping for me to call her back. She should know me by now. I'm too stubborn to ask for help.

After a few minutes of moping in the cafeteria, I get up to walk to my least favorite class, Biology with Professor Port.