When Blake and Zoey are paired up for a school project, sparks fly but not the good kind. Intrigued by each other, they find themselves wanting to know more.
I was supposed to see Blake on Monday, but he wasn't at school. Actually, he hasn't been this whole week, it's Friday. No phone call, no text, nada.
I mean I get it I'm not his girlfriend or anything and I'm not THAT clingy, I just worry about him and his past.
Besides Jason and Nate have been avoiding me this past few day, I kind of have a reason to freak out.
I texted him a couple of times, he didn't answer. What if his past has come back to haunt him?
God, I'm so dramatic.
Although I don't know much about it other than being in jail, being part of the mafia and much more nonsense. (thanks to the school rumors.)
I sigh closing my chemistry textbook, I'm laying down in my bed trying to concentrate on studying for the test on Monday.
I think I rushed into this. I don't know a thing about him, I give him credit, though. He changed how I thought of him completely.
I mean what are we? We chilled a couple of times, kissed and told each other stories. Friends do that too right?
What if he got tired of me and has been avoiding me? literally changed school to avoid me?
God, I'm pathetic.
I give up, I push the textbook aside and turn off my bedside lamp. I wrap myself like a burrito and close my eyes breathing deeply.
I'm jolted awake by a knock on my door, I walk lazily and open it but not one is there. I must be going crazy already.
I walk back to my bed and turn on my light, I take a look at my phone to check the time when I notice three missed call and a few text messages all from the same person, Blake.
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Wait he's here? I slowly walk towards my balcony, sliding the doors open. There he is, seating on my chair. I shiver from the cold.
"Come inside, It's cold," I say and walk back inside without waiting for him to answer, making sure my room door was locked.
The last thing I want is for my mom or Dee to find this kid in here.
A few seconds later he walks inside his hoodie still on. "Wow, your room looks so simple," He whispers looking around, " I imagined it to be more dramatic"
Dramatic is the way you are speaking right now.
"More dramatic?" I say looking around, my room is very simple. A bed and two bedside tables, A really girly dresser and mirror, all white. Except for the wall behind my bed which is mint green my favorite color. with a few pictures of me and the girls and my family.
"I imagined it to be so girly, pink walls, pink bed sheets, boy bands posters, etcetera," he says looking at his surroundings.
I laugh," I hate pink, my favorite color has always been mint green," he nods looking around.
