The Gravity of Us

Chapter 4 (Blake)

She's embarrassed.

I chuckled quietly to myself. This project was going to be a lot of fun.

I knew Tyler from high school. He was a swimmer, and damn good at it too. He had won state for 500 freestyle twice. I always saw him doing laps after practice. I remember talking to him once; I think it was in study hall. He was always sleeping. Tyler was a decent guy, perhaps a little too nonchalant at times, but otherwise cool.

And Gina, I haven't seen her since middle school. She moved away the day after we unscrewed our 7th grade english teacher's chair.

I didn't find out until the next day when I went in to detention and she wasn't there.

Apparently, you can avoid it if you move away, but not if you have to stay home to help your dog through a mental breakdown.

I should have figured Ms. Emerson wouldn't fall for it. She always reeked of cats, vodka, and tears.

I leaned back in my chair, blissfully rocking back-and-forth.

Professor Barrett was done telling us about our assignment. So now we had nothing to do but tons of time.

Time.

I laughed bitterly.

"Hey!"

I let my chair fall to the floor. Standing before me was a pair of whiskey colored eyes.

There's something about being attracted to someone you feel a pull to. It's a blazing inferno, constantly crackling with heat. It's hot, it's dangerous, and it's unpredictable. We could set eachother on fire, but I wasn't scared of getting burned.

I really should just live out my complicated life.

I bring a type of chaos you can't prepare for. A barreling storm that only destroys, leaving a wasteland behind. She doesn't deserve that.

But there's just something about her...

I sighed.

I was no stranger to pills and potions, but I could easily see her becoming my drug of choice.

"Excuse me, dickbag," she huffed. She had one eyebrow arched, and her arms crossed.

She's trying to look intimidating.

I bursted into a fit of hysterics, loud enough to bring attention to the two of us. I couldn't help it, she was just too cute.

"Something funny?"

I pretended to wipe away a tear just to annoy her even more.

"Dickbag? Really? You sound like a middle schooler trying out their first cuss word," I grinned.

Crack.

There goes her armor.

Her cheeks flushed bright pink. She parted her lips as if to say something, but froze.

It was agonizing. All I could think about was running my tongue across them, sucking on them until she moans for me to give the rest of her body that same affection.

Wait a second, when did I become Caleb?

"I- that's not- I've cussed, you know what, it doesn't matter. Give me your phone number."

I sat up straight.

"You know," I said while scribbling my number down on a sheet of paper, "If you wanted to be friends with benefits, you should have started with that."