:Chapter Fifteen:
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the bathroom was the state of my hair. It was... disgusting, to put it mildly. Picture yourself just after a shower, with your hair stringy because of the water, because that's what my hair looked like. Except a hundred times worse. Because of the drink, my hair was now sticking together, and when I gingerly tried to pull one of the strands apart, it seemed determined to not budge. At all.
I cringed at the thought of Liam seeing me like this, because it was far from an attractive sight. I figured I had at least ten minutes before Blake made an appearance, and if I were quick, it would probably be just enough time to get this stuff out of my hair. Without wasting a second, I turned on the tap, trying to figure out the quickest way to wash my hair without getting the rest of me wet.
Rinsing my hair with the tap water was a complete chore, and rubbing shampoo with your eyes closed wasn't easy either. All I could think about was how much trouble Whitney had caused me, and she hadn't even realised it. All I wanted to do now was to just go to sleep, but I had Nina 101 with Blake, and it wasn't like I could really cancel now last minute. I hated it when people cancelled last minute.
Just as I was rubbing shampoo into my hair, the doorbell rang, and I groaned. Great. Blake was here. I couldn't let him see me like this, but it wasn't like I could just open the door and tell him to leave because he had made his way all the way here. It wasn't like I was going to open the door and let him see me like this either.
All of a sudden, a genius idea popped into my head, and I congratulated myself for coming up with such an amazing idea just as the doorbell rang again. He was obviously impatient, I thought as I wrapped a towel around my neck, grabbing my phone. I crept up against the window in my room and pulled the curtain back slightly so I could see him. He was standing on the front porch, his hands shoved in his pockets as he looked around. I held one hand to my mouth as the other one pressed Dial Blake Carter, my eyes still glued to his figure.
I watched him as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, and held it to his ear. "Hayleigh?" He said, his voice making me jump. "Open the door, I'm outside."
I trained my eyes down to my towel, making sure it was safely secured around my neck, before holding a hand to my mouth as I spoke. "I can't, I'm sick."
"Sick? You looked fine today," He said, his voice puzzled. I could see him running his hand through his hair, and I was surprised at how much I wanted to do that myself.
I pretended to cough. "Yeah, well I'm really sick."
"Really?" His voice was amused. Amused? It was meant to be believing!
"Yeah. I think I have a virus."
"It's the middle of July."
"Yeah," I lied unconvincingly, "That's really smart of you, congratulations Blake you know what month we're in!"
"Hayleigh." Down below me, I could see him letting out a breath. "Come down."
"Why?" I demanded. For crying out loud, didn't he know what no meant? I didn't want him to see me with my hair drenched in shampoo and Diet Coke.
"Because you're not sick."
I coughed.
"Hayleigh," He said again, and this time he looked up at the window. I knew he couldn't see me however; I was slightly behind the curtain. "I can see you."
Shocked, I looked at him properly this time rather than the outline of his figure, and what was on his face? Another stupid, sexy smirk. "That's not me," I lied quickly, "I'm in bed. You must be looking at Nina."
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Playing The Player
Romance"It's cute when the good girl falls for the bad boy... But it's a lot cuter when the bad boys falls for the good girl." Hayleigh Grace, was, to put it lightly, perfection. With her outstanding grades and seemingly perfect life, it seemed like she co...