A Cappella Academy {IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING}

Chapter 17-What is This Place?

We were in the car for what seemed like forever. Blake even went to the lengths to put a blind fold on me.

"Are we there yet?" I whined.

"Almost.." Blake said.

"I feel you smirking. I know you're smirking." I stated. "Where are we going?"

"You will see."

 When I got out of the car we were at a park but this looked more private and secluded. It had a path that looked magical to me.

"What is this place?" I asked.

"This is where I used to come with my mom whenever something was wrong." Blake smiled at the memory. I think that was a bit of happiness I saw in him. I have known him for not too long but I thought I knew a lot about him. Blake and I were friends it just seemed as if he was either in a jerk or playful mood all the time. I had never really seen him this sincere and this happy yet empty.

"Used to?" I felt bad for prying in his personal space but I don't really have a good reason but I was curious.

"My mom passed away several years ago.

"I'm so sorry. No one deserves to lose a parent. When did she pass away?"

"When I was in 6th grade. It was the summer I was going to start middle school. She didn't even make it to my 10th birthday."

"Were you two close?"

"I was close to her more than anyone else. We were going to finish writing the song we had been working on for so long. My mother was the reason I got into music in the first place."

"I never knew that. Why did you bring me here?"

"Well," Blake sighed. "I usually come here when I'm upset and need to forget for a while. I thought since it usually helps me then may be it will help you."

"Thank you."

"For what? This isn't anything special."

"Yes it is. Blake, you know it is. I really appreciate having someone like you in my life right now. I really needed this."

"Belle, I know when my help is needed."

"You still have some of that cockiness."

"Face it you love me." He smirked brushing his hand through his brown hair.

"I wouldn't tell you anything to feed your ego, it's big enough already." I nudged him with my arm to which he nudged me back and we kept going until we both fell and started laughing.

"Belle you are unlike anyone I've ever met."

"I could say the same to you." I smiled.

We just kept walking until we came into this clearing. It was surrounded by hedges. I just stared in amazement "This is beautiful." I said wide eyed and smiling.

"I know, it's about as beautiful as me don't you think."

"Shut up." I playfully hit his arm.

"Ow. What was that for?"

"Being conceited."

"I take offense to that I am a very beautiful person. That isn't being conceited that is just simply stating facts." Blake said smugly.

I just laughed. It felt nice to laugh. I was actually having a good time. It was nice to forget a while. I forgot about Charlotte Fontane. I forgot about Aiden Lockwood.

"A Cappella Academy has been such a roller coaster ride don't you think?" I asked.

"Well ever since I've been going I've been 'Blake Richards the rich guy whos dad runs the school and who can get anyone kicked out' everyone has always been scared of me. Life here has been really boring and dull nothing ever happened.Then you came."

"Honestly when I came here I told myself I would be the best version of me that I could be. I said I would get over my stage freight and I would become a stronger person. I knew I had to change."

"I never understood how you could have stage freight. It just seems like you are so comfortable on stage especially when you are acting like someone else."

"I guess you could say that. I've always felt at home when I'm on stage it was just performing in front of other people that got me scared."

"While we are here we could practice our dance," Blake suggested. "I'm sure we will probably perform it in the Final Showcase."

"Sure" Why am I acting so awkward? With Blake I feel comfortable but I still feel like I will say something stupid and humiliating. I just don't understand why I feel this way.

Blake and I practiced our dance. At the beginning the moves were very sharp and rugged expressing hatred and anger. Then we got to the end of the dance where our moves were smooth and fluent and we moved as one.

In the very end of the dance we were facing each other his arms around my waist and my arms around his shoulders.

"Belle?"

"Yes?" I stopped walking and I turned to face him and he started leaning in closer and closer to me.

Gently our lips touched.

My first kiss was with Blake Richards.

In that moment time stopped.

I can't believe my first kiss was with Blake Richards. I had dated Aiden for months and nothing only almost kisses or pecks on the cheeks. Now I had my first actual kiss with Blake Richards the day after I broke up with Aiden.

What is wrong with me?

"Uhhhhhh," was literally all I could say after that kiss. Way to ruin the moment Annabelle. "I'm sorry I just uh..." think Annabelle think. What do you say after a kiss with someone you aren't in a relationship with. May be you should just stop talking don't say anything at all.

"Was it that bad?" Blake asked.

"uhh What? No it's just I uhhh" SHUT UP ANNABELLE!

"Oh I see."

"What exactly do you see?"

"You are mesmerized by me because that was an amazing kiss. Now you don't know what to think." Blake smirked as he lazily brushed his hand through his hair.

"Psshht uh no." I denied. How could he know all my thoughts? That is really annoying.

"Then may be you don't want your journal back."

"What?"

"Admit that was the best kiss in the entire world and I will give you your journal back."

"You are so stupid you know that."

"Admit it."

"That was the best kiss I have ever had." That was true considering it was the only kiss I've ever had.

"You have to say 'it was the best kiss in the entire world.'"

"Fine. Only because I want my journal back." I sighed "That was the best kiss in the entire world." That also was true. I don't know why but I felt scared like I should run away but I also felt myself being drawn toward Blake. As if someone was pushing us together.

This feeling was something I never wanted to lose.