The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Nineteen - Hey, hey! You, you! I don't like your girlfriend! ❤

❤ Chapter Nineteen - Hey, hey! You, you! I don't like your girlfriend! ❤

I woke up at eleven in the morning the next day. To say that I had panicked and nearly fell on my butt on the way to the shower would be nothing but the truth.

Yesterday at the hospital, Blake and Hari had acted weird, like awkward weird. I didn't question them about it though, because it must've been a bro thing going on and I didn't want to intrude on that.

By the time I ate my brunch, Blake had already texted me about a dozen times about how he was already done with the song and how I was so going to lose the bet and blah blah blah.

When my phone buzzed for the billionth time, I couldn't stifle my groan as I jammed my finger onto the 'view message' button.

Blake: Hey, Pipes?

Me: WHAT

Blake: Can you... uh...

I was fed up with his stalling and couldn't hold myself back from typing, "JUST SPIT IT OUT U IDIOT :P"

Blake: CANUCOMEANDHANGOUTATMYHOUSETODAYANDSTAYFORDINNERWITHMYPARENTS?

I wiped my eyes, then took a look at the screen again.

Oh.

He wanted me to hangout at his house and stay for dinner with his parents?

Blake: ANDNOTASMYGIRLFRIENDORANYTHINGWEIRDLIKETHATIJUSTWANTTOINTRODUCEUASMYFRIENDCUZIREALLYDOSEEUASMYBESTFRIENDPIPESREALLY

I laughed, then shook my head and started typing.

Me: Sure...?

Blake: Oh great, now I've freaked you out. Um, I mean if you don't want to, then that's fine Pipes.

Me: No, no. You didn't freak me out. I'll come :)

Blake: Great :D I'll pick you up in ten minutes.

TEN MINUTES?!

I ran up to my room and hastily changed into a pair of jeans. Finger-combing my hair, I hastily looked for my socks. I put them on and quickly went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, then went to my bedroom to put on my shoes.

Six more minutes.

After changing into a band tee, I quickly threw my hair into a messy bun on my head. Hastily, I put my wallet on the back of my jeans and ran down the stairs to grab my phone.

Three more minutes.

Peyton came down the stairs suddenly and I told her, "I'm going to hang out with Blake today, and I won't be home for dinner. Tell mom and dad that I promise I'll come home before my curfew. Okay? Okay. Bye."

"Wait!" she called.

I turned around frustratedly and saw Peyton with my school bag in her hands. "You didn't do your homework yet."

Snatching the backpack from her hands, I asked her, "How did you know?"

She shrugged. "That's a secret..."

Throwing her a weirded-out look, I waved goodbye and went out the door. Blake's truck was just pulling up and I sighed, relieved that I was able to get ready in only ten minutes.

He honked the car when he was near enough and I ran over to him. He unlocked the door and I climbed in, greeting him.

"So we're going to your place?" I asked him once I settled in.