Last Friday Night ✔

6: Last Friday Night

CHAPTER 6

 

*Amy*

It wasn't every day you're practicing on the piano and you open your eyes to see an amused Blake standing at your bedroom door, looking cool and relaxed as always.

Startled, my fingers pressed the wrong key on the piano, and a wrong, weird, loud noise come off causing me to jump slightly.

“B-Blake?” I stammered, totally embarrassed for my overreaction.

But really what would you do if Blake Richardson was standing at your bedroom door and had caught you playing Celine Dion on the piano?

Great. Now he probably thinks that I’m a hopeless romantic too.

“What are you doing in here?” I asked curiously, looking at the clock. It was seven pm. What was he doing in here? He usually would be with his friends at Starbucks or something. 

“I came for the assignment?” He said in an obvious tone, and walked in throwing his gym bag on the floor.

His hair was dumb like he had just took a shower and he was wearing his jersey jacket with a pair of bootcut jeans and his sneakers, so he probably had just returned from football practice.

I couldn’t help but stare at him wondering how the hell could someone look so hot. And sexy. And gorgeous.

Well yeah you get the point.

I know that after what he did to me, I shouldn’t even have talked to him let alone cheking him out but… I couldn’t. He was just so damn fine.

My cheeks began to flush as I saw him raising an eyebrow at me and at the same time smirking at me, showing me that I had been caught.

Ugh! I'm so stupid!

That is so embarrassing. 

But before he could say something that would cause me to blush like a tomato, I cut him off: “Right.” I said letting out an awkward breath of laughter.

Could I be any more obvious?

What is wrong with me?

“Anyway…” he said slowly, his smirk falling from his face, as now he just seemed curious about my reaction.

Hell, even I was curious about my reactions! But it wasn’t like I expected him to show up. Yeah I mean, maybe my words helped him understand some things but I didn’t actually think he was gonna listen to me!

He was Blake Richardson for God’s sake! 

“Are we gonna do the assignment or what?” He asked looking at me expectantly and moving to sit on my office chair, making himself comfortable.

Okay….make yourself at home why don’t you!?

“Of course.” I said scoffing and laughing uncomfortably. 

Crap, I’m nervous…again!

“Anyway” I said quickly trying to change the mood.

As if that was possible.

“Um… I found some information about racism… here.” I said giving him a plastic folder with everything in it.

Whatever okay? I just like my stuff to be organized.  

I moved away from him, sitting on the edge of my bed, trying as best as I could to stay as far away from him as possible.

I didn’t want my heart to start going crazy all over again.