Everything Has Changed

Chapter Six

"A date?" He emphasised.

"Yip" I nodded.

"You? Another guy? Eating dinner, in a restaurant?" He asked again.

"Yes, you do understand what a date is, right?" I smirked and flung a crumpled piece of paper at him.

His hand flew up in lightning speed, catching the ball of paper without taking his eyes off me.

"Impressive" I chuckled.

Ignoring my statement he rolled his eyes. "Yeah. It's just, it's you and you don't do this sort of thing" he muttered. His gaze focused on something else. I frowned at his words.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way, it's just-you're not like most girls I know. You don't feel like you have to have a boyfriend and you don't feel dependant on other people" he looked up. His blue eyes seemed brighter today. He was frowning and looking back and forth between my face to the pencil in his hand he was twiddling.

"I know. The only reason I'm doing this is because Nicole and Macy made me. And anyway, the guy isn't all that bad" I laughed.

If it wasn't for Macy and Nicole, mostly Nicole, I wouldn't of even approached him. This isn't the first time they've tried to set me up with someone, Blake is an example but they have never gone as far as to dare me. Okay, that may sound stupid and childish but we took it very seriously when we were younger and it's stayed that way.

"What made me think that they two didn't have something to do with it? My little Hayley wouldn't approach a guy asking for his number if it wasn't for her very annoying and crazy friends. Can't they let you be single? It's a blast" he chuckled.

"I know, right? Come, join our side instead" I laughed and picked up my textbook and flicking through the pages. Clicking my pen, I leaned over and copied a paragraph into my notebook and highlighted the key parts.

Blake sat across from me in my black swivel desk chair, one leg crossed over the other, a sketchpad opened and propped up on his leg. He picked up the pencil and angled it, closing one eye and squinting the other before looking down to his sketchpad. He brought the pencil down and began to sketch something out. He repeated that process multiple times.

I left him to it. I had Uni work to do anyway. Some pointless essay about some disease that name is way too long to write and too much of a mouthful to say. Blake being the lucky asshole he is has already completed this two weeks ago when we were assigned it. I on the other hand have not and it is due in two days. Not only that but it has to be three thousand words. And I have wrote exactly zero words to be exact. Fan-fucking-tastic if you ask me.

"So what's this, George? Like?" Blake glanced up at me before going back down to drawing.

I looked up. What is he like? Well we didn't exactly talk for long and really he didn't leave a long lasting impression on me. He seemed like a nice guy. Funny as well. "He seemed nice from the five minutes we talked, but what really can you tell about someone in five minutes? He might turn out to be a total asshole like yourself" I shrugged and looked back down to my textbook.

"Or a total-" he started.

"Vee? Vee, I'm home" the sound of small feet running along the tiled floor, up the stairs and in my room alerted us and made Blake forget the insult he was about to say.

I moved the pen and notebook away from me and braced myself for the attack that was Isabella Hale. A wave of blonde hair flashed before us before she leapt in the air landing on my lap. I being used to this nearly every day caught her with ease. Smiling down at my wee sister I hugged her. She sat on my knees looking up at me with wide green eyes that matched my own.