Blake and Aimee

Chapter 7: Aimee

I feel like I've known him for years, in a way, like when you and a good friend go separate ways for a while but then you meet up again and the conversations just flow easily. It's like that, except I've never kept friends long enough to re-unite with them, but anyways, not the point. The more I talk to him, the more I don't understand how he was so sharp yesterday, talking to him now he's definitely not like that, at all, there aren't even traces of nasty sarcasm or cold remarks in any of our conversations. Then again, I've really only been talking to him for like, a day. It's weird, this morning it was all awkward small talk, treading-on-eggshells type thing and now, I don't know, he just seems like a friend. Which is odd because I have terrible social skills. I barely make it out of the gym hall when I hear my phone go off.

Blake: Hey. Oh my god what is wrong with you, it's just a text, stop smiling like a goof.

Aimee: Who's this?

Blake: Um Blake, from just before, this is your number yeah? God I am so mean.

Aimee: No, sorry I don't know anyone called Blake. There was quite a delay before his next response.

Blake: Oh ok, sorry, must be wrong number. Ok I feel kinda bad but this is hilarious.

Aimee: JUST KIDDING!!!!!! Sorry I had too...

Blake: You bloody arse! My god! You really had me worried I thought I was just texting some random person, they could have been a murderer for all I know, god you are horrible...

Aimee: I know! I know. I'm sorry but I had to ok I had to. AND PAYBACK FOR AT LUNCH! You had no idea how awkward that was for me, I genuinely thought I was going to offend half the UK, so I guess we are even...

Blake: Even it is then. Anyway, now that I know that THIS IS YOUR NUMBER, I can stop texting you, it's the only reason I got my phone out in the first place.

Aimee: Ha-ha ok, I'm sorry (but not really) and hope your head doesn't cause you too much pain...

Blake: Aimee my head is black; swollen and black.

Aimee: Oh my god, please don't like, I don't know, have a concussion or something. I'd hate to actually make a friend, only for them to die on me.

Blake: Ok, I'll try not too alright? But no promises...

Aimee: Alright then, see you tomorrow.

Blake: Until tomorrow then. There was about a five-minute gap, long enough that I put my phone away, only to hear it ding again. Sigh, that always happens I swear; it will only go off as I put it in my bag.

Blake: P.S. You're still an arse.