I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know

Chapter Thirty Three

"I forbid you to do that again!" I frowned, while setting one on the armrest and unwrapping the other.

"What?" Blake asked and fell back on his couch.

"Speak a foreign language in front of me when I can't understand it! That's twice now and it's really annoying!"

"Don't worry she was just mentioning how big an appetite you have for a girl! She said you're bound to get fat at one point." Blake smirked and took a bit of his burrito.

"You're mean!"

"No I'm not, cause I told her there was no way that cute little ass of yours would expand to the point where it would get ugly" he answered me wiggling his eyebrows.

"Now you're a perv!" I told him, rolling my eyes and taking bite too.

Damn! Those WERE pretty damn good!

"Please, I'm more like irresistible! Why would you always come back otherwise?" Blake smirked over his burrito.

"Because if I don't listen to what you say I have to run naked in the school halls?" I said, more like a question than a statement.

"Alright ya that's a good answer..." Blake chuckled and took another bite.

We both ate in silence, but my eyes were attracted towards the painting again... I mean I drew, but painting was really out of my league... I don't know, the colors weren't really my element, I was sticking with black and white... but I still knew a few things about colors... what it meant when you used certain ones... This painting was filled with black and red... Not the best color to have together in a painting, psychologically speaking I mean...

"Why did you paint something like that Blake?" I finally asked him

"Do we always need reasons to paint something? It's all a subconscious thing..."

"When the hell was your mind so freaking screwed up then?"

"I was eleven..." he whispered.

"You painted that when you were eleven!" I exclaimed.

Eleven? I couldn't even do that now!

"Ya..."

"This is too unfair..."

"Because you'd want to paint THAT at eleven?" Blake snorted.

"No not exactly but you have freaking talent man... Why don't you paint anything else? And didn't you say this was the last thing you painted?" I asked him... because I don't think Blake would give me a lot of info about is deep feelings anyway...

"Well it's the last canvas I finished... Can't really find the motivation to finish any others anymore..." he trailed.

Maybe I'm wrong maybe he IS going to share..."Why not?"

"I thought you came here to help me out with suckiometry, not have a little chat!" Blake snorted and then got up and down the stairs, taking his school bag.

Ya... he definitely won't be sharing...

"You know I really don't understand why I have to do this... I mean, what the hell is mol anyways? That's like the stupidest thing ever... doesn't even make freaking sense! How can it all be the exact same thing? I just can't grasp that concept, sorry!" Blake groaned, sitting on the couch, taking his exercises out.

"But you just have to balance the equation Blake, that simple!" I answered him, dragging the recliner a little closer so I could see what he was doing.

"You dragging the furniture around now Pumpkin? You sure you wouldn't rather sit on my lap?" Blake smirked a little.

"Thanks, I think I'll pass!" I told him, rolling my eyes.

He shook his head a little before whining, "And anyway, why the hell do I even want to do that? You know balance all that crap!"

"Because you want to calculate the quantity of energy you'll need to make the chemical reaction!"

"But why would I want THAT? I mean I won't ever use that anywhere it's completely useless!!"

"Oh please! You're a grown boy! I think your pass the "I don't wanna learn it cause I won't use it!" I expected more from you Blake" I smirked.

Blake rolled his eyes at me.

Haha!

"Alright... just... explain the damn thing!" Blake scowled, leaning his head in front, his elbow against his knees, brushing his hands from the back of his hair to the front of his face.

That little gesture made me stare at him. Like that was hot... Freaking hot... dang it... I could just jump on him right now...

WOAH! Not going there!

"Stop whining and then I might be able to!" I told him after taking a deep breath.

"Ya, ya, ya!"

So for about the next hour I tried to explained to Blake how to make the calculus without him crumpling the sheet and then tossing it to the ground, spitting at it, and yelling insanities after it... cause ya, he did imply he would do that...

He almost strangled me when I erased a complete question because I wanted him to do it all over again but on his own. But in the end he managed to do the last numbers without my help.

"You know I don't get this... why the hell can't you do that? Aren't guys brains supposed to be better at calculating things?" I asked him, leaning back on the recliner while he put the book back in his bag.

"Haven't you figured out by now that my brain is more developed on the artistic side than the rational one?" Blake snorted.

I rolled my eyes at him and then got on my feet with him.

"So... my job is done now?" I asked, stretching.

"Yope! You are free... for now..." Blake smirked, and I punched him lightly on the arm.

"Alright!" I smiled lightly and then walked towards the stairs at the entry of his room and then walked down, Blake behind me.

I was heading towards the freaking Titanic stairs when Blake grabbed me around the wrist.

"Wait wait wait!" Blake frowned and then he smiled "I have something for you!"

I looked at him confused and then he just dragged me the other way, still holding my arms.

"What the hell Blake?"

"I'm making a down payment!" Blake laughed.

"What?"

And then he stopped in front of a closed door.

"You ready?" he asked, smirking.

"What are you talking about?" I sighed, but then Blake opened the door and I gasped.