|| The Bad Boy Has Chocolate Abs ||
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❀ Maybelle ❀
"Shhh! you're going to wake them up!"
"You're the one who should be shushing!"
"Hurry up and take the god damn picture!"
"They're never going to hear the end of this."
The sound of flashes, giggles and strained laughs were echoing throughout the forest.
Opening my eyes, I was greeted by the sight of my two best friends giggling while covering their mouths.
I was tongue-tied.
My friends never giggle, they either laugh like hyenas or don't laugh at all, certainly not giggle.
My question was answered when I saw Scott and Lachlan standing beside them.
What I still didn't get was why the Lachlan was holding his phone at me and taking pictures.
A groan interrupted my thoughts.
"What the hell is going on?" beside me was Blake laying there with his arms around my waist.
Something in my head finally clicked.
Jumping out of the position I was in, I instinctively wrapped my hands around my body.
While I stood there, praying that a hole would magically open up from the ground and suck me in, Tiffany, Sabrina, Scott and Lachlan doubled over, laughing. I realized how much of a gift I had for choosing friends.
My friends were so going to pay.
Blake woke up, and said a bunch of colorful words to his friends - who by the way would NOT stop laughing.
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Today we were scheduled to have a canoeing race. Blake walked towards me, putting his arms around my shoulder "Ready to beat their asses?"
Watching Blake Lockhart hop around holding his toe was a very amusing sight. Smirking at him I replied, "Of course."
We were standing in front of a beach/lake. I wasn't sure what they'd call it. There were three canoes; a blue, green and brown one. I ran towards the Blue one ignoring all the protest and whining the others were yelling.
I turned towards them and grinned. Fist pumping the air, "The blue one's mine!"
Blake just laughed, and started to walk towards me.
He was wearing a black tank top and board shorts, showing of his muscles. He had muscles, but he wasn't one of those large bulky men who you would see coming out of the gym or the ones on steroid ads that make you pee yourself.
It was when he smirked, had I realize I was checking him out.
Dear god, you know that hole I was asking you for? Yeah, well, I could really use it, like, right now.
He swiftly jumped in using one hand on the edge of the canoe.
Wow, if I tried that, I'd face plant onto the ground.
Mrs. Smith pulled the trigger on the gun and we all started paddling.
I praise all the canoe athletes; this was hard, very hard. Blake made it look as easy as holding a pen, but in reality it was like trying to climb Mount Everest. We were coming in first, but the others were close behind.
