Me and Blake Weatherly

Chapter 66

Sorry for the delay. Wattpad didn't save my chapter draft like it said it did. This website is so undependable I swear.

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Erica and I ran into the room so fast to see what the fuss was about. Logan was still arguing with Elaine and Elaine was doing the same in return. Ryan was shouting at them, telling them to calm down. Blake was just standing there…saying nothing. He just watched. “You,” Logan said to him as he pointed at me, “Was on top of her.”

“I don’t see what the big fucking deal is,” Elaine shouted at him, “We weren’t doing anything really! And Blake said that me and Denny could-”

“Bullshit!” Logan shouted at him. “You guys were making out and I saw it. You’re sick, man!”

“You are getting on my fucking nerves-“

“Guys, chill!” Ryan stood between them, and then he faced Elaine, all serious and what not. “You wouldn’t want another episode of what happened the last time, would you? You know, when you were knocked out?”

Elaine’s face went extremely grim, “What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He shoved Ryan away from him. “That time, I didn’t see it coming. But I won’t let it happen again, and I guarantee all of you that.” He walked out of his own room, not even bothering to say anything else. After a few seconds of silence, Ryan sighed and walked out, running a hand over his face. I couldn’t tell if he was frustrated or relieved or both, if that even made sense.

I stared at the ground in embarrassment, my cheeks a bright pink. I avoided making eye contact with anybody. Then, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I looked up to see Erica smiling at me. I tried to smile back. Next thing I knew was, Logan walked out without saying anything else and just as I thought Erica was going to comfort me, she walked out, following him as well. She just left me in here…standing in the same room as my ex-boyfriend. Already I could feel how awkward it was going to be. I thought Blake was going to walk out too, since I heard footsteps. He’d have to walk pass me in order to get out. But when I heard them near me, they stopped. He stayed in place. He stood there, in front of me. He didn’t move. I couldn’t help but to look up and I saw his eyes twinkling and dilating at me simultaneously. They read either betrayal, hurt, anger, confusion, misunderstanding, or all of the above. He sighed deeply and finally said something. “Why Denny?” He asked. I could read his eyes, and they were mentally pleading for the answer. The truth.

I looked into his eyes, “I-”

“Why Denny?” He asked again. I just stared at him, a little embarrassed. After a few seconds, I could see his eyes getting watery. Was he going to cry? I think it’s a huge turn on when guys cry over something or someone they love or hold serious passion for. If Blake was going to cry over me, it must mean he holds something very special for me somewhere in his heart. His broken heart, I assumed then and there. “You know…” He looked up at the ceiling while his voice shook, as if he didn’t want me to study his eyes. After all, they do expose his feelings and his next moves. “I’ve been thinking about my past relationships, and out of all of them, you’ve given me the most hell. Even worse than when I was with Allison," His eyes finally came back to me and he scrutinized me down from head to toe, “And that’s, saying something.”

“Me?” I squeaked.

"Yeah. And frankly? I'm sick of this shit. This whole 'not getting along thing'. It's annoying as hell."

“You said Elaine and I could do whatever we want. And now you’re freaking out on me? What? You thought we were just kidding?” I asked in disbelief.