The Fighters

Chapter 9

SONG - "Naive" by Lily Allen 

Dylan POV

I felt like I had been on cloud nine for the rest of the day. Jamie had had trouble getting my attention because I was always staring off into space thinking about Blaise. Well more specifically my kiss with Blaise.

What are you doing to me?

I still couldn't get his words out of my head. What could they mean? Did he like me?

Oh God. What if he liked me back!

Wait... Back?

Did I like Blaise?

I had to stop thinking about him. It wasn't healthy.

"Bye Dylan! See you tomorrow afternoon right?" Jamie asked, giving me a hug.

"Yup, half 3 at Pedro's chicka," I replied, repeating her instructions to meet at a small café downtown for a girls afternoon tomorrow.

"Coolies babe, see you later!" She waved, before walking down the hall. I stood back, packing my bag with all the homework I had gotten that day. Year 12 was definitely draining me, and I needed to get on top of my studies before exams came up at the end of the year.

"Hey Dylan wait up!" I turned around to see Blaise jogging towards me. I had seen him around a couple of times today, and he'd always give me a wink or a nod and I'd just smile in return.

We hadn't talked about the kiss at all.

"Hey... What's up?" I asked.

He scratched the back of his head, like he did when he was nervous.

"Ah, Mum wanted to invite you for dinner tonight," he said shyly. I had to stop myself from cooing at his cuteness.

"And may I ask why?"

"Well... she helped me plan the proposal thing, and... she gave me some advice on how to make it up to you," he trailed off, obviously not wanting to admit that he turned to his Mum for help about a girl.

"Well I'd love to," I replied happily. To be honest I really wanted to meet Blaise's parents, I wanted to meet the people who raised this amazing young man.

"Really! I mean... cool," he recovered from his eager reply.

"Should I go home or are we okay to just go straight to your house?" I asked. I really hoped we could go straight to his house because as tough as I acted this morning, I was still a but nervous about what my mother would say or do when I got back home.

"I 'spose we could go straight to mine, maybe we could go past the park on the way there?" He asked hopefully.

"Sure, I'd really like that."

And that is how we ended up on the children's playground at the local park.

We were currently on the swing set having a competition on who could jump the furthest off the swing. So far Blaise had gotten to the end of the turf around the swing, and I was on my last try. I had to get further than him, then he had to do whatever I said for the rest of the night.

"Alright let's go," Blaise said, "Jump in 3,2..."

"1!" I shouted and flung out of the swing. The cool wind in my face made me smile, but the look on Blaise's face when I landed a foot further than him, made me laugh.

"Ha! I win you lose now you get a big- Hey!" I was cut of when I was tackled to the ground. Blaise and I fell to the grass in a heap of fits and giggles, legs tangled and arms flying out to tickle each other.