Anna's Final Letter - Version II (On Hiatus)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

At the end of the lesson, I gathered my things together, facing the ground as I could feel my face redden. I pulled my bag off the desk and slung it over my shoulder, my eyes darting around the room, avoiding looking at any one place for too long.

"Class dismissed."

That teacher must have watched too many films, because no one says that anymore. I could see twenty seven rolls of the eyes and then we all left the room. I hung behind slightly so Blake could walk out with me, and I soon felt his broad, solid structure against mine. His hand was at the base of my back as if to guide me out of the room.

When I turned around outside the classroom, though, Blake looked almost embarrassed - probably because of the note that he gave me. Knowing him, he regretted giving it to me now.

"You're too cute sometimes," I grinned at him, trying to make him more at ease. I stood up on my tiptoes and planted a small kiss on his lips. Immediately, all traces of unease were gone, and he was smiling back at me.

"We'd just argue over names."

I laughed. "I know. But we both know that you're rubbish at coming up with names for people. I mean, you called the main character 'Johnny' in your creative writing piece!" I mocked him light-heartedly.

"I thought it was a good name!" he whined.

I shook my head, trying to stop myself from laughing too much.

"I was gonna treat you this weekend and everything..."

I playfully poked his arm over and over again as I said "Tell me!" several times.

"Nope." He folded his arms. "You said 'Johnny' was a bad name."

"I'm sorry for insulting Johnny," I tried to sound sincere with my apology, but my smile was too difficult to supress.

"You should be. Take it back."

I thought for a couple of seconds and decided to be more defiant. "No."

"Anna, I know where you're ticklish," he warned me. He knew all my weak points, and tickling my sides always brought me to my knees.

"Damnit." I cursed. Reluctantly, I monotonously said "I take it back..."

"Good," he grinned down at me before kissing my forehead. "About this weekend..."

"Yeah..."

"You're staying round my house. Parents and the siblings are out so we have the place all to ourselves."

"Yep, so they won't hear you screaming like a pansy-ass girl when we watch a not-so-scary film."

"I am not a pansy-ass girl."

"You are."

"Am not."

"Believe me, you are."

"Insulting my manhood..."

I laughed at his hurt expression, and then my smile was wiped off of my face when I thought about how I have to tell him at some point. "Blake?"

"Yeah?"

"I might have something important to tell you when I get to yours..."

"Me too." he quickly replied, and I could almost see the cogs in his brain turning at an astonishingly fast pace. I wondered what he had to tell me, but it couldn't be anywhere near as big as what I had to tell him.

I thought of a decoy story that I could tell him if I copped out on the day, but I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head. Eventually, I just decided to go with whatever Blake said and think of something then.