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04: The Not-So Lovely Tale of Getting Revenge

🎁 Blake Christian – Dec. 4, 2014 

   It took about twenty minutes, but eventually I had gotten my clothes back from Liam – he had hid it under his Santa stomach – I was quick to leave, desperate to get out of Liam’s presence that I didn’t even put my shoes on or wipe the elf make-up off. I had basically ran to my car, driving back to the apartment to wipe off all the make-up and wait for my roommate to show up to make us dinner – what? She is a chef at a fancy restaurant; she’s basically begging to make me food.

   During dinner – some parmesan chicken (with fries on my part) – I told Fate about Liam and how annoying he had been that morning up until he stole my clothes before she stopped me. She had said to get revenge on the British boy and I was completely intrigued until she started teasing me that this was the little boy way of saying he had a ‘crush’ on me. And though she had meant it as a joke, I was seriously considering on taking revenge on that guy.

   So the next morning, with a plan in my head, I saunter into the dressing room with a huge grin (of course not a creepy one) making Liam raise his eyebrows in question – Fae had the same expression. Joe was once again, not here so we’d do the same set up as yesterday. I got to my locker, pulled out my phone and texted Fae before opening it.

   Fae quickly saw the text message, silently chuckling before clearing her throat. “I’ll be right back, my boyfriend forgot to give me my jacket.”

   “You have one right the – ”

   “Shut up, Liam,” Fae cut him off – and though it seemed rude, she said it in the nicest way, damn, how do I end up befriending all the nice ones? She quickly shuffled out of the room, leaving Liam and I in complete silence. I didn’t waste a beat.

   I quickly turned to Liam, watching as he stepped into his Santa pants, his boxer briefs now out of my view. Damn, he’s good looking. Shaking my head, I walked towards him slowly and when I was about arm’s length away he looked up, lips parting. “Uh, trying to get dressed here, Blake.”

   “I know,” I murmured, my voice just above a whisper. My hands slowly came up to grasp his bare arm, tracing a few patters onto his slightly tan skin. Wow he’s soft. I looked up at him, him being a good five inches taller than me, giving him a small smile. He looked slightly uncomfortable. “I was just thinking since we’re alone, we don’t have to pretend anymore.”

   “W-what?” He stuttered, trying to take a step back but realized that he had been leaned against the lockers.

   “Pretend that there isn’t sexual tension here,” I say as if it’s obvious. I raise my left hand to caress his cheek. “Usually, it doesn’t happen this quickly but ever since we first made eye contact, it was there.”

   That was when I stood on my toes, leaning toward him, my eyes switching between his lips and eyes. He gulped nervously but slowly began to lean in as well, his hand slowly placing itself onto my hip as we were an inch apart. Eventually, he wasn’t nervous anymore and his eyes fluttered closed.

   One centimeter.

   “Gotcha,” I whispered against his lips before backing away, the perfect timing to when Fae walked back in.

 

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(A/N): Liam, you gullible little dumpling, Blake doesn’t want to kiss you. Yes, this was a crappy revenge but hey, there was #Lake moment and everyone should be grateful for that! But still, awe, poor Liam he was so nervous then he leaned into her asdfghjkl I can’t believe I just did that. I really hope you liked it!

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P.S. the lovely Fate Perkins played by Lily Collins to the side/top