Blake X Yang- You Belong With Me

Chapter 13

~Yang's P.O.V.~

I sat down at the table, my brow furrowed in confusion. Was he trying to hit on Blake? Anger welled up inside of me, bubbling inside of me and at risk to explode.

Blake looked up to me, as angry as I was, and I was furious. She's mine. I glare at Sun, hoping to get the mental message across to him. He looks to me, fear in his eyes, which I could only guess was a result of my anger. 

Blake touched my arm in an effort to calm me, and it worked in an instant. I regained my senses, took a deep breath and sat down next to her.

What's happening to you? I asked myself. On a normal day, any other day, I wouldn't have taken orders from a girl, a very beautiful one at that, to calm down, no matter what was at stake. Maybe it's for the best.... Blake looked at me, scanning my features to make sure that I was ok, and that I wouldn't be harming anyone before the bell. I gave her a small smile, hoping to reassure her that I was fine, and wouldn't be going on any kind of rampage today. She smiled back, as she realized this, and for a split second, I feared she could read my mind.

Blake turned back to her tray to find that the middle compartment was scattered with rice. Sighing, she stood up silently and walked to the garbage line, leaving me alone at the table.

After what seemed like an eternity, Blake came back, holding something in her hand, a small smile playing at her lips. 

Yang: "Whatcha got there?" I asked her casually, a hint of flirtation in my voice, hoping she might pick up on it and give me a quick kiss.

Blake: "Nothing...." She shoved it into her pocket with such a force that caused my hopes of a kiss to crumble in front of me.

Blake sat down beside me, making no effort to show me what she'd found. I gave her puppy eyes, looking deep into her eyes, and sometimes sneaking a peek at those gorgeous, full lips, causing me to dream up a small fantasy in my head. 

Blake spoke up, pulling me from my fantasies and bringing me back to reality. 

Blake: "So.....How are classes going? How's math?" She gives me a hopeful smile, probably wondering if my tutoring has been helping.

I give her a smile back, one that hopefully tells her that it's been getting better, even though it hasn't. I had no intention of ruining her day this early.

She nods, waiting for an answer, leaning her head in to further her point.

I laugh with a nervous hint to my voice, hoping and praying that she doesn't pick up on it.

Yang: "It's been....better." I tell her with another smile that's almost too energetic. No doubt she picked up on it. Damn it.

Blake raises her eyebrows, giving me a straight-lipped smile, instantly telling me that she isn't buying it for a second. She folds her arms.

Blake: "Don't lie to me, Yang." She tells me with a splash of anger and don't-mess-with-me-or-I'll-bite-your-head-off on her voice, clear as day.

I tap my fingers quickly on the table, making a beat. It's something that always do when I'm nervous, something I can't help, and Blake knows that.

Blake gives me a look and I know it's probably in my best interest to answer her truthfully, and quickly.

Yang: "Yeah....ok, maybe not." I tell her, shifting my gaze down to the seats and setting my sights on a pattern in the wood, willing myself to focus all of my attention on it, so I wouldn't have to see Blake angry.

She looks at me intently and lets out a breath, one that I couldn't tell she'd been holding in. She nods, as if she'd come to terms with my math grade, and stands up.