You'll Fall For Me, I Promise

16; 'Good Moooooorning, Love Birds'

 It's been two weeks since we'd all gone to the beach and two weeks since I realized I was falling fast and hard for Blake Dixon. The ride home was silent, and we hadn't stopped like we had on the way there. When he dropped me off he said nothing, he simply glanced in my direction before speeding off into the night. 

He had come over once to spend time with Toby, but, other than that, I hadn't really seen him, and that one time he did come over he made it his goal to make sure that he didn't once bump into me in my own house.

It's now the last Tuesday before the end of our break and, as much as I enjoyed the time off from school, I couldn't wait to go back to have my friends back and not to be bored anymore.

I had spoken to Liam and Paige a few times in the past two weeks but I hadn't told them about the incident at the beach or my realization, so they think Blake and I are still on good terms; gosh, will they have the shock of their lives when they feel the tension that now exists between Blake and I.

Yesterday I went back to CoffeeFour a couple times these past two weeks and was planning on going back tonight when I got ill and was told that I wasn't allowed to leave the house; Toby's orders since mom and dad have been extremely absent recently. So here I am, laid in bed with my hair tied up in a super messy bun, my natural, thick waves sticking out of the hair tie. I have booty shorts on and a long sleeve, fluffy jumper because I was cold but warm thanks to being ill. Netflix was playing Easy A, the fifth movie I've watched since I woke up and I'm bored as hell.

There's an empty bowl on my bedside table from the soup Toby attempted to make me earlier, an empty packet of marshmallows near the bowl, and a large bottle filled with water perched on the edge for when I'm parched. I wasn't really paying attention to the TV at the bottom of my bed as I scroll aimlessly through Instagram, looking at all the adventure and social photos people are posting, longing to be anywhere but in my bed.

Another hour passes like this before I hear something suspicious. I hear more than two voices down stairs, a female one amidst the sound of chatter. I assume that it's Kira, Toby, and Blake so I brush off my curiousness by assuming they're going out for food or something. I'm extremely startled when my bedroom door bursts open and I see my two favorite people stood in the doorway. "Zoe!!" Liam and Paige holler in excitement, running to my bed and piling on top of me, all of us laughing and hugging in happiness. Finally, we were the three musketeers reunited.

We spent so long talking about anything and everything. I took my time listening to both of my friends adventures over the seas and I finally confessed to them both the issues going on between Blake and I. It's now dark outside and I've sat up three sleeping bags, drinks, snacks, and a bunch of pillows in the lounge where we all currently reside on the sofa, another random movie on the TV.

"Beside Blake Dixon being the worst person to fall for, that's not the reason I'm skeptical and worried about you," Paige says, popping some popcorn into her mouth.

"What do you mean?" I ask, confused as to why Blake being Blake wasn't the reason they're mad.

"Do you not remember about a month ago?" Liam interjects, raising an eyebrow at me. I try to search my memories for anything Liam could be talking about, but I come up dry so I shake my head. "The promise he made you?"

Blake's voice rings in my ear as my eyes widen in realization. I chew on my lip, his voice resonating as if he were actually here; "You'll fall head over heels for me in less than two months, I promise."  Was this just a game? Surely not.

I shake my head, determined to push that thought out of my head. "It's not like that. Nothing has been romantic between us." I think back on the time we'd spent together over the past couple of weeks, repeating every scene in my head. I couldn't find any scenario when we were getting to know each other that could possibly suggest anything more than friendship. Nothing besides the almost kiss at Mason's house after that terrible dare. Other than that one incident nothing has been anymore than two people becoming friends and getting to know each other, myself developing feelings I shouldn't have but nothing to indicate that Blake felt the same. "I'm sure that was never his plan. It hasn't been like that, he's tried nothing to seduce me or try to get me to fall, I'm doing that on my own. I don't know. I think seeing his softer, sweeter, more caring side is what got me; that there is two sides to him and I nearly got close enough to be a part of the good side. But that's it now. It's only me left with my feelings because he's made it his life's mission to avoid me."