A Cappella Academy {IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING}

Chapter 29-Mystery Solved

"Blake," I sighed relieved and gave him a gigantic bear hug. "You have no idea how great it is to see you."

"So Belle, you missed me?" Blake smirked.

"'Missed' doesn't even begin to cover it."

"I know, I got your messages."

"I'm sorry. I know I was being clingy, and it's just because I care about you. I love you, Blake, and not knowing what was going on put me on the brink of insanity. I know you needed space but I just thought that-"

I was cut off by Blake's lips being placed on mine.

I of course kissed him back but we don't need to go into the details for that.

"Wow, that was a really nice way of telling me to shut up," I said partially out of breathe.

"I know I said I needed space, but that was one of the dumbest requests I ever could have asked of you. I now realize that I need to have you in my world, because you are my world."

"And you are mine."

"I know that together we are stronger."

"Then why didn't you at least respond to me? I know you had a lot on your mind, but seriously? Nothing?"

Blake shrugged, "I couldn't hand the thought of bringing you down with me."

I smiled, Blake may have been an idiot, but he's my idiot. I don't care if he sinks. I don't care about anything other than him. I love him for him.

"I'm strong, I don't need your protection. If you have something to talk about-talk about it. Keeping secrets is only eating you up inside."

"Belle, you sound like my mom," Blake joked. However, I couldn't help but think about what Tate said. And how Mr. Richards hatred of me is because of my similarity to Mrs. Richards.

"Blake, what was your mom like?" I knew it was a sensitive subject, but I wanted to know.

"Why, are you asking about this now?"

"Oh, no reason, just curious."

Blake rolled his eyes, "come one Belle, I know when you're lying. What is it?"

"It's stupid, really but...."

"But, what?"

"Okay, so you know my friend Tate right?"

"The gay one? The one hooking up with-"

"Wait, you know who he's dating."

"Yes, well not dating yet he's getting with-"

"Wait. We're getting off topic. Anyway, he has this theory that the reason your dad hates me is because I remind him of your mom."

"What? That's crazy, Belle that is delusional."

"Is it? Think about it."

Blake took a moment. It made me worried, because I hated knowing how much this could be possible. I didn't want that to be the reason for Blake's fathers hatred but it very well could be.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?" I asked completely and utterly self conscience about what was to come next.

"Okay, I can see a resemblance between you and my mother, because you are both wonderful. Both of you do this little twitch with your nose when you get angry. Also, you two are the only people who have ever reminded me of who I am. I love you, Belle, and if my dad doesn't care for you...then that is his problem. I will always be there for you as long as you let me."