closed minded; blake gray

15; care

The next morning, I awoke to a terrible feeling in my stomach, that made me run to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and made it to the toilet just in time to throw up whatever I ate last night.

I groaned, pushing my hair back and holding my stomach. That was disgusting.

There was a slight knock on the door, "Bails, it's me, can I come in."

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me, "Blake, trust me, you don't want to come in here right now."

I stood up, looking at my reflection in the mirror, and slightly gasped at how pale I looked. I flushed the toilet and instantly went over to the sink, brushing my teeth.

"Bailey I heard you throw up, just let me in, I don't want you to be by yourself if you don't feel good." He said from the other side of the door.

I finished brushing my teeth and fixed my hair before opening the bathroom door, "I'm fine, I just need to sit down for a little."

Blake frowned, "You don't look fine."

I rolled my eyes at him, sitting down in my bed and pulling the sheets over me, "Gee thanks."

He let out a small laugh, sitting down next to me, "You know that's not what I meant. You just look like you're sick."

I groaned, rubbing my stomach, "Well, I feel like shit."

"Is there anything you need me to do? I mean, I have to leave in a little bit, but I can stay if you want me to," Blake said, scooting a little bit closer to me.

I shook my head, pushing him back a little bit, "No, if anything, you need to leave ASAP. If I have the stomach bug, that's super contagious and I don't need you getting sick."

Blake smirked, "Aww you really do care about me."

I grabbed the pillow next to me and flung it at him, "Is that really what you picked up from that entire conversation."

He nodded cheekily, "Yes, 100%"

I rolled my eyes, pulling the covers on me more, "Well, I'm going back to sleep, just wake me before you leave, okay?"

He nodded, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.... i could get used to that.

When I woke up, Blake was no where to be seen, so I checked my phone. He texted me saying that he didn't want to wake me, blah blah blah, but he had to go.

I got up from my bed, feeling a lot better than this morning, and heading out to the kitchen. When I got there, Chase was sitting at the counter, looking just as pale and a mess as me.

"Oh my god, did you throw up this morning, too?" He asked me, slightly gasping. I nodded, "It was definitely our cake we made."

He let out a small laugh, "We're such idiots."

I shook my head in disappointment, "I knew the cake tasted kind of weird, too. We probably shouldn't have ate the whole thing."

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"Shut the hell up!" Avani squealed, jumping around my room in excitement, "You guys kissed last night? Ahhhh I'm so happy!"

My cheeks reddened, "Yeah, but like what do I do now? Like we're not dating, but like is he going to kiss me again? I'm just nervous," I said honestly, rambling about what was on my mind.

"You're over thinking it," Serena said as if it were obvious, making me roll my eyes, "That's easy for you to say, you already have a boyfriend, both of you do."

"Dang, I'm happy that my boy Blake finally made his move though," Anthony said with a douchey smirk, making me throw the pillow at him.

"You promised you would stay quiet. Don't make me throw you out like I did to Ryland," I threatened, pointing my finger at him.