The Smirking Jerk (Blake's POV)

Chapter 71

Especially when I still had her hand in my own over my chest.

"It's silly really," I just replied.

"Then you won't mind sharing it won't you?" my Pumpkin pressed.

I looked back at her.

She was too pretty. Too pretty for my poor heart.

"I'll tell you what I was thinking if you tell me what you were thinking," I whispered, playing with her fingers.

Lexi let out a little snort. "Why would you want to know what I'm thinking?"

How little did she know me if she thought this wasn't one of the many things that kept me up at night? All I wanted was to be allowed to know everything running in that pretty head of hers.

If I could have any superpowers, it would probably be to read her thoughts and her thoughts only.

"Why would you want to know what I'm thinking?" I shot back at her, smiling a little.

"I asked first," she chuckled and pulled her hand out of mine, slapping my stomach.

I almost pouted when she did.

How dare she stop holding my hand? I'd earn those hand holding privileges fair and square.

"Because your head is still a mystery to me," I finally admitted, "of course I know you over think but sometimes you just," I took a breath, looking at her, "get lost in your thoughts. I can see it and I wonder what the hell is happening in there.," I said, and brushed a finger on her temple, wanting to do so much more. "Can I be invited?" I asked softly.

Lexi just stared at me, wide eyed.

And then she blinked and said in a rush, "fine, I was thinking that making Stacey drink Coca-Cola while she's eating Mentos would be awesome?"

I wonder what she had to hide from me? The same thing I had to hide from her? Why did loving someone have to be so complicated sometimes?

"So all I get is a lie and no answer to my question?" I replied with a laugh, and pinched her side for good measures.

She wasn't holding my hand anymore. There would be a price to pay.

"Prick," she laughed and poked my side in return. "I was picturing you in a tutu singing girly songs actually."

She didn't want to tell me. It was okay. I was going to have to be patient. That much was obvious. And it was a price I was ready to pay, since I loved her.

The real her.

My Lexi. My Pumpkin.

Not the one in my head. The real one.

"Alright I guess I can work with that? What were you dressed up as?" I replied teasingly.

Lexi laughed again. "Dumbass," she called me, making it sound more like an endearing term than an insult.

Smiling back at each other, Daphnee's voice came to break our little bubble when she said very loudly while walking in the room, "I don't care that as Charlie Brown said nothing spoils the taste of peanut butter like unrequited love, I will not respond to those feelings Stacey! I'm keeping my full-on lesbian phase for college."

Well, that would sadden Josh...

"Do I want to know what brought this on?" Lexi asked, her attention elsewhere now, clearly amused by her friend's antics. She was used to it.

Daphnee walked up to Lexi's bunk, and said, as Lexi looked back at her, "She elbowed me in the boobs."

Lexi laughed. "She's jealous."