Blake and Aimee

Chapter 35: Aimee

We walk out of class, I reach for his hand, and he grasps it tightly. Yet after a moment he lets it go, pushing me away from him.

"What's wrong?" I ask, the smile from his face had faded almost instantly.

"Not here." He says under his breath, not taking even a moment to look at me.

"Why not?" I stop in the middle of the walkway. "You always do this Blake, when we are together on dates and stuff you are quite happy to kiss me and hold me. Yet as soon as we get to school you can't even hold hands with me? You act like a different person, like you don't like me." Blake stops and turns.

"Have you noticed there are people watching us right now?" I look around, seeing people's necks quickly snap back to whatever they were doing before, pretending to read or talk with their friends.

"So? I don't care." Blake rolls his eyes.

"God Aimee why you are so blind? While I'm alive people will stare my way, because I'm sick and I look different. But if you are seen with me all the time the same will happen to you."

"I don't care Blake."

"Yeah well I do okay!?" He walks out of the crowd, I follow close behind.

"Blake I am not ashamed of you, and neither should you be. I want to be seen with you Blake." Blake starts to get frustrated, he starts pacing between the buildings.

"Why is that Aimee? God what is wrong with you have you no concept of self-preservation? I am disgusting Aimee, I am the literal image of sickness and death and you want to be seen with that." Angry, irritated tears well up in his eyes. He points his finger at my chest. "You don't know what it's like to be gaped and goggled at all the time. Sweet innocent Aimee Harris is lucky enough to fly under the radar unseen, while I am seen as the LIVING FREAK SHOW!" I feel myself getting frustrated, why is he making this such a big deal?

"I don't care!" I shout, I feel my anxiety and temper rising. Which seems to fuel his anger.

"Why not!?" I can't take this anymore.

"Because I am in love with you for god's sake!" He doesn't say anything for a moment, he looks down at the ground and shakes his head.

"Don't say that." What does he mean? "Don't say things you don't mean." So now I'm a liar too.

"You think I'd just make that stuff up Blake? Am I some sort of joke to you?" He begins to walk away.

"You don't get it." I run after him, demanding an explanation.

"I don't get it? I don't get it!? What is there to get Blake? You need to get the fact that you are a human being and that human beings get sick, but it doesn't stop the fact that other people still love you and care about you. And you said I was blind."

"It is not love you feel it is pity, because I am sick. You feel sorry for me." He practically spat the last part.

"You are a real piece of work Blake... Tell me what the bloody hell has happened to you? Why can't you just accept I have feelings for you!?"

He turns to toward me, puts his face close to mine.

"Prove it. If you really love me, unconditionally with subject or judgement, prove it." He shakes his head angrily and walks away. I feel hot tears stream down my cheeks. I feel the pieces of my heart slowly chip away.

"Fine." I say under my breath. I grab Blake arm and pull him right into the crowd of students near the cafeteria. He tries to pull away, but he isn't strong enough to because while he hates admitting it, he is still sick. I stand in front of him and look him in the eye. Then I kiss him. I use his shoulder to hoist myself up to his lips, which move slowly with mine, out of habit I guess. He pulls away quickly.

"Aimee they are watching!" He looks panicked. So he should be, by now surely he would know I don't like to be messed with. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Let them." I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him towards me. I grab his hand and wrap it around my waist. He gasps as if to pull away, but I don't let him. I kiss him more, more passionately, as his hands slide up my back. I can hear people talking, laughing, sniggering at us but I don't care. I don't care about them or what they think of me. I care about Blake, how much I love him, I would do anything for him. I feel the tears continue to run down my face. Because now I'm starting to think he doesn't feel the same way. Finally, I pull myself away and wipe my eyes with my sleeve.

"Did that feel like pity Blake?" With that I walk away. I should feel bad for leaving him there, but I don't. Maybe now he will see what it really means to love someone, that the world around you ceases to exist. When to you there is them, and only them. As I push my way through the crowds I don't even pay attention to everyone around me. Because for me, there is only Blake.