The Girl With Many Names

▪︎ Chapter Seventeen ▪︎

I walked into my geography class on Monday, my fingers crossed so tight, they started to hurt, hoping Blake hadn't arrived.

Honestly, I hadn't thought of what to tell him or if I was going to tell him the truth yet and though the time might not be much, I could still quickly think up something before he arrived.

My wish was granted, because when I looked around the class, he wasn't there. Phew!

I decided to seat at the front of the class cause that way I could prolong the inevitable. I didn't seat on the first row though, such close proximity to the teacher was scary.

I pulled out a chair on the second row and slid in. As usual, I arranged my stuff on my desk, stationery set, note and textbook stacked to one side.

Some minutes later, the teacher walked in and began the lecture. Blake still hadn't come, okay maybe my genie was a bit too good at granting wishes.

Later into the lecture, the door opened and in walked the devil himself. He acknowledged the teacher and the moment he noticed me, he looked straight into my eyes. I gulped due to the intensity and broke eye contact. Shit.

The teacher droned on about stuff, stuff I didn't listen to. The sound of the bell snapped me out of my thoughts and I rapidly packed my things in an attempt to get to my next class before Blake caught up to me. For the record, I succeeded and was in my next class even before the tardy bell went.

That was the only class we had together before recess so I was safe till now. I was at my locker, putting in my books from the last class when I felt a tap on my shoulder, making me jump and spill the contents of my bag onto the floor.

I turned back, ready to give the culprit a piece of my mind but that piece got stuck in my throat when I saw who it was. No, it wasn't Ryan, I wish. It was Blake. Yay.

"Oh, Blake....Hi" I stuttered "Didn't see you there"

"Sure you didn't" he replied "I'm just gonna go straight to the point. What - "

"Look Blake, whatever I might have said that night is most probably just nothing, I was drunk remember?" I cut him off, crouching to pick up my things.

"That's a lie and you know it" he said also crouching to help me with my stuff "If what you said didn't mean anything, then why were you ignoring me all weekend? You even went as far as sitting in the front seat"

"Technically, it wasn't the front seat" I replied "It was the second -"

"That's not the point!" He exclaimed.

"I don't even know what I said, so why would I be avoiding you" I replied trying to divert his attention.

"Do you really want me to tell you all that you said that night because I can remember and I will tell you?" he asked pointedly.

"Okay, I don't" I backtracked, it was better to keep pretending I didn't know what I said.

"So are you going to tell me or -" he started again.

"There's nothing to tell you Blake" I started, looking up at him but immediately regret it. He looked so concerned, I felt guilty. So I looked back down "I'm not hiding anything. If I did -"

"Why do you have 2 IDs for two different states and different names on them?" He suddenly asked cutting me off.

"What?" I asked confused, looking up to see him looking into my open wallet. "Oh shit"

I rapidly grabbed the wallet from him and tucked it into my bag as I struggled to think of an excuse. God, of all the days to have another ID in my wallet. If my parents ever find out I kept that, they'd kill me. I was supposed to get rid of it when we moved from Las Vegas but I couldn't bring myself to.