Good Girls Love Bad Boys

Chapter Eighteen

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--{{LISA}}--

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I usually stayed at my aunts house a week from school.

Usually its good fun but blake had been acting strange-er than usual. He acted strange, dressed strange and so on. I pulled my hair into a low pony tail and examined my clothes. Comfortable but classy my mum always said. I knocked on Blakes door. 

"What is it?" he asked quite rudely packing all sorts of things into a backpack.

"I'm your ride you skeez" I yelled, he immediately looked flustered.

"okay okay don't rush me" he growled.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my car that sat in the driveway. He could be such a...grrrrrr. I sat in my car and waited for him. As i was listening to "The Little Things" by Good Charlotte. I heard a tap on the window. I paused the song and saw a skanky girl with a no less skanky dress, drumming against my car window. I let out a groan and rolled it down.

"Hi" i said, my voice sounding bored. She didnt seem to be fazed by my tone, but kept her happy smile. If my arse was hanging out like that i wouldn't look so happy.

"Hi i'm looking for a guy" i couldn't help but chuckle.

"Aren't we all" i laughed sarcastically, but she looked confused, her shoulder slowly slumping. She shook her head and continued to press against my car. 

"Ah whatever uhm do you know a guy called Blake?" she said. I nodded. What was she getting at? I opened the car door and got out. 

"What about him?" I questioned as he, himself, stepped out of his door. The skank caught his eye then he quickly looked between her and I. He went pale, for whatever reason he was getting nervous. I bit my lip. 

What has he gotten himself into this time? I was constantly bailing him out of things now and still, no explantation. He coughed sending her attention to him. 

"Uhm letty what are you doing here?" He asked as he inched towards my car. She let out a giggle that made me want to vomit. 

"Oh waiting for you silly" she giggled, foolishly twirling a few of her fake blonde extentions between her fingers. He looked frustrated. 

"No not today, next friday" as he said it i laughed and got back into my car. As we drove out, the skank, sorry, letty stood looking dissapointed in his drive. We drove for about half an hour before i let out a laugh. 

"So who was that" I laughed shaking my head, trying to stop it. He shifted in the passenger seat. I rolled my eyes. "So you've go† whores? Good for you". He glared at me.

"She's not a whore" he said softly, looking away from me. 

"She looked like one. Sorry should i use society's dictionary" As i said it he looked at me. "So you've got prostitutes..." I started laughing. 

"NO" He yelled angrily, making me stop in my tracks. "Don't call her that, she isn't that". I checked my rear view. Was i getting paranoid or was a car following us. 

"Alright then, whats in the bag?" I asked not expecting him to answer truthfully, or at all. 

"OH it's my mates clothes, the one who i'm meeting" he was lying. It was easy to tell. He looked away, and rubbed his neck. I rolled my eyes and turned my focus back to the road, and the suspicious black chevy camero three cars back. 

"Nice Car" I mumbled, before pulling up to the westfield. The camero followed. "Hmmm" I muttered as i turned off the car and got out.

"Alright so don't call me" Blake said looking around as if he was scared. "I'll meet you here at 4:30". I nod as he said it. He was being very careful, very suspicious.