BLAKELYNN
As the club died down I decided to find Dansby to leave. After walking around aimlessly for 20 minutes I headed over to the table with his teammates.
"Have you guys seen Dansby?"
"He left about an hour ago with a girl," Freddie says with his face full of pity.
"Of course he did," I muttered under my breath before calling an uber.
I couldn't believe Dansby left me in a bar. As soon as I got to the apartment I opened his door to see a pretty brunette straddling him.
"Get out," I said causing them to whip their heads around.
"Excuse me?" The brunette said.
"I said to get out of my fucking apartment, Bitch."
"What the hell?" She muttered as she walked past me, ramming her shoulder into mine. I turned around grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her to the ground making her land on her ass.
"Don't touch me again," I hissed.
"I can do whatever I want."
"The hell you can," I said reading back to punch her in her perfectly white teeth. I was inches away from her face when my fist was caught by Dansby as he dragged me back.
"Blakelynn, what the fuck? You can't kick my guest out and fight them."
The brunette took this time to get up and run out of the apartment.
"You are unbelievable, Dansby."
"No. That's you. You are unbelievable."
"You ditched me at a bar while I was drunk. What the hell is that about?"
"It seemed like you were perfectly content. I figured the person you were grinding on would've given you a lift back to his place for the night."
Dansby was seething. He always scary when he's mad.
"Are you jealous, Dansby? I didn't know that I was only allowed to dance on you. When did that become a thing."
"No, Blakelynn. Are you jealous? I'm only asking seeing as you just tried to punch the girl I was having sex with."
"Yes, because I of all people would be jealous that you were having sex with another girl. You have sex with a different girl every night. Trust me, I'm used to it now," At this point I was shouting.
"It's not my fault that these girls fall at my feet, Blakelynn. It's what happens when you play in the MLB."
"You are a cocky, son of a bitch. I never thought that you, of all people, would let fame get to your head."
"God, Blake, you are so annoying. You're acting like my mother right now."
That hurt. "Fine. I'm leaving. Don't call or text me."
"Where are you going to go? You're going to that guys house to whore around with him, aren't you?"
I gasped and turned around to look at him. I had tears brimming my eyes. When I tried to speak, I got choked up.
Turning around, I got in my car and drove to the only place I could think of.
When I knocked on the door of the beautiful house in front of me, I was shocked when it immediately swung open.
"Blakelynn Adams is gracing me with her presence? I'm shocked."
"Hello to you too, Chase," I said with a small giggle.
Chase is one of my closest guy friends. We've been friends since birth and we grew up together. I always went to him when I needed anything.
"What's got you so torn up, pretty girl?"
I froze for a second when he called me that. "A fight with Dansby. I don't want to talk about it."
"Me either. You know I hate that guy," Chase said, rolling his eyes.
"Can I sleep here tonight?"
"Anything for you. Need something to sleep in?"
I nodded and watched as Chase went to his bedroom returning with a t-shirt.
I slipped it on and took off my skirt. I threw my hair up in a messy bun before going to sit on the couch.
"You look gorgeous when you're wearing my clothes," Chase said. I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks when he said that.
We stared at each other for what felt like eternity before he kissed me. It was gentle and soft. I broke away feeling dizzy from the lack of breathing.
Without warning there was a knock on the door. Chase got up to answer it. I decided to go see who it was when I heard arguing.
I was shocked to see Dansby there. He looked even angrier than earlier.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Blakelynn? It's been 2 hours and you've already had sex with this guy?"
"Dansby, we didn't have sex."
"Oh, please. You're wearing no pants and his t-shirt. Not to mention the fact that your lips are swollen." He turned to Chase before saying, "I'm going to beat your ass."
"No, Dans-
"Do something, Swanson. Are you mad that I had sex with your girl?"
That was all it took for Dansby to completely lose it. Punches were being thrown back and forth.
"Stop it!" Of course they wouldn't listen to me.
I gasped as Dansby got knocked to the ground, causing him to hit his head on the floor. He got up quickly and punched Chase directly in the nose. I swear I heard the bones breaking.
Chase stumbled back a bit and sat on the couch. His hands cupped against his nose.
Without a word, I grabbed Dansby's hand and all but dragged him to my car. Surprisingly, he didn't say anything; neither of us did.
When we pulled into our apartment, I finally spoke. "Go upstairs to my bedroom, and lay down."
I was beyond pissed, but I will always look out for Dans.
I walked back into my room with a first aid kit and two ice packs. I put one ice back on the back of his head and began cleaning up his cuts.
"Did you do it?" I had to hide my shock when he spoke.
"Do what?"
"Have sex with him?"
"No, Dansby. Of course not."
He didn't reply. I have him the other ice pack to place on his eye.
"I'm sorry," He said. I didn't even look at him.
"For which part?"
"All of it."
"Dansby, you called me a whore. Do you know how much that hurt me?"
"I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it. It was the heat of the moment and I know that's no excuse."
I didn't respond.
"I'm sorry for beating up your best friend," he said, sighing.
I looked at him and responded, "Dansby, you're my best friend."
"You kissed him."
I ran a hand through my hair, "Yes."
He sighed and placed his head in his hands.
"Dansby, what's wrong?"
It was quiet for a second. I stood up and was about to walk out the door when I heard the faintest whisper of come out of his mouth.
"What?" I asked. He just looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes.
"Nothing, Blake."
