Blake and Aimee

Chapter 29: Aimee

"Your move." I'm playing chess with Casey, Juan and Nadia are strolling up and down the aisles of books, Leeah is listening to music under a table. Yeah, don't ask. It's been 30 minutes, Blake still isn't here. I haven't been able to focus all day, it's driving me mad. I can't stop thinking about it, the kiss I mean. Yeah realistically it's no big deal but the fact that I hadn't kissed anyone before and the fact it was so sudden, I wasn't sure how to react. So, I just kind of bolted. I really regret it now. It's not that I didn't like the kiss, it was nice. It really was. And I stuffed it up. Why isn't he here? Is he not coming because of me? Where the hell I am supposed to move Casey just took my Queen and how did I get sucked into playing this? I hate chess.

"Hey sorry I'm late guys." Without needing to look up I know it's him. I look up and smile quickly engrossing myself in the game, or attempting to at least.

"Oh hey babe, looks like Aimee has gotten herself into a sticky situation." Casey raises her eyebrows at me, clearly implying something dirty I do not want to know about. Blake comes over.

"Ooh yeah," he winces, "here I used to play chess let me help you out." He then proceeds to whisper directions of moves into my ear, so Casey cannot hear them. But I can't think. I can hear his voice so quietly, feel his breath on my neck. I then think of him kissing me, that one moment of his lips on mine, and it's gets set on an unintentional repeat. After cutting the cake at my party, my lips on his cheek and my arms around his shoulders. His hands on my waist...

"And there you go, checkmate Casey." He steps away from the board, looking pretty chuffed with himself.

"Well done Blake," she rolls her eyes, and they stop on me. Casey smiles a wicked grin. "Aimee, you feeling alright?"

"Ah yeah why?" Casey raised her eyebrows and leans over the desk.

"Oh nothing, its just then you're looking a little, well, red." I put the back of my hand up against my cheek. It's burning hot.

"It's just a little hot in here that's all." I keep my head down. Casey teases.

"I'll say," I see her glance up at Blake then back at me, "you know Aimee you've seemed a little... distracted of late. Are you sure everything's okay?" I hate it when she baits me like this, in these situations I really am just a pawn in her little game.

"Yeah, I've just been thinking about something I need to do tonight that's all." I look up and Casey is nodding slowly.

"Alright then," she shrugs, "good game."

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Everyone is heading out the door, the library is closing. I finally approach Blake after all day. I have something I need to do, but I don't know how it will turn out. I was thinking about it during chess.

"Hey," Blake spots me and smiles, "how did your appointment go?"

"Yeah, I'll get the test results back and we'll go from there I guess." His face turns stern, staring up at the night and the stars.

"What's wrong Blake? Blake?" He swallows slowly before speaking.

"They think I might be getting sicker," seeing the worry on my face he pipes up, "but they aren't sure that's why they are running tests, to be able to prevent any further damage or tumour development." Changing the subject, he half-smiles and nudges my shoulder.

"So, what were you thinking about, during the chess match. I could see it too, you were really distracted." My heart rate quickens. "What do you need to do tonight that is so important?" My stomach churns, I shut my eyes to try and block the nerves out. I open them again.

"Do you know what the word 'Wonderwall' actually means Blake?" He slowly shakes his head, he looks nervous. But not as nervous as I feel. "Wonderwall. Noun. Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time; a person you are completely infatuated with." I put my arms around his neck and lean into him. "Ever since you showed your face here, I can't stop thinking about you. You asked what I had to do tonight that was so important. This." I kissed him, on the lips as he kissed me, but more forceful. I feel his arms wrap around my back and pull me closer to him, my lips move with his, I slide my hands up his neck. He gasps, for a moment I think he's going to pull himself away, but he doesn't. He turns me around quickly, until I'm pressed up against a wall. His hands move quickly across my back and down my waist. I pull away, gasping for air. I look over and so is Blake.

"Was that good?" I say.

"Yeah, good." Just at that moment, Blake's mum pulls up. What timing.

"I guess I will see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, see you then." He sort of smiles as he hops into his car and I watch him drive away. My heart is still racing as I drive home. If I couldn't focus today from a quick peck on the lips, I highly doubt I'll be sleeping much tonight.

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