Try Dating Triplets

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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No smirk was present on Blake’s face, and I could feel Tyler tense beside me. Aunty looked just as uncomfortable as I did, she said, “I’ll go fetch you kids some snacks,” and then she hurried into the kitchen. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck; all three triplets were staring at me, expecting me to explain myself. But I couldn’t, I got up from the couch and rushed to the front door.

When I opened the front door I jumped back. Damion was standing there, just about to knock on the door. I pushed past him, ignoring the reason he was there. I turned and ran down the street.

*Tyler’s POV*

“Jee, I hope she’s all right,” Spencer said.

“I should be going,” Blake stated blandly and he lounged over to the door.

“You hope she’s all right? What about me? I’m her boyfriend!” I snapped.

“You know she was just using you as a cover up, get over it!” Spencer glared at me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I could hear Blake saying down the hall.

Somebody else, somebody I should know, replied, “Where did Lindsay go?”

“She’s out for a walk,” Blake said and then I’m pretty sure he left.

“I’m gonna go too,” I said and stood.

“’Kay, I’ll wait here and see if she comes back,” Spencer said, deep in thought.

I nodded and walked to the door, curious to see who the familiar stranger was. It was Damion. I closed the door behind me and started to walk away, but Damion grabbed my arm.

“What happened? I demand to know, I was just coming to tell her I’m done chasing her,” Damion said.

“She kissed Blake… and then she left,” I said.

“What?” his shoulders drooped, “But I thought you two were together,”

“We were,” I put emphasis on the word were.

“Oh, want to talk about it?” His voice had something in it, something that made you want to trust it. I wondered if this is how he got Lindsay to like him. I nodded.

*Lindsay’s POV*

I had slowed to a walk by now. I figured it must be around dinner because my internal clock was grumbling, hungry… FEED ME!!! I shushed it and slapped my hand to my stomach. I could hear a motorcycle in the distance, great, I thought, Damion. As the bike got closer I prepared myself to punch him in the face. The bike turned the corner, slow at first, it was looking for me. It sped up and stopped on the curb a couple of feet behind me. Damion got off and I stopped walking, but I refused to turn until he was close enough for a face shot.

He approached behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. The heat gave me jitters… They’re from hate, I assured myself. Then I spun around and lifted my fist to punch him. He caught it right before it smashed his nose.

“Blake?” I said.

“Yah?” he responded. My arm relaxed and I dropped it. He dropped his arm too and took a step closer.

“What’s wrong with me?” I said, breathing hard.

He cupped my chin in his hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me closer, “Absolutely nothing.” Then, well, I don’t even know. He kissed me, but it was different from when I kissed him, it felt warm and inviting, not cold and distant, like when I thought I was kissing Tyler. I put my arms around his neck. He pulled away and gazed into my brown eyes. Except, unlike when Damion stared at me, it didn’t feel like he was looking at my flaws, it felt like he was looking at me.

“Blake?”

“Yah?”

“I thought you hated me.”

“No. Not at all, I was just jealous,” he said with a smile. Not a smirk, a shy smile, almost like a little boy who was talking to his first crush.

“Of what? Damion? He’s the reason I left Texas. Tyler? He was a cover up for why I couldn’t go back. What could you possibly be jealous of?”

“Everyone. You loved everyone you met, or at least you could stand them. But you couldn’t even look at me without having some sarcastic comeback for me.”

That was true. I thought I hated Blake, I still do. But how can someone I hate make me feel the way I do?