You'll Fall For Me, I Promise

8; 'Slight Of Hand Magic'

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" I chant, backing away slowly. I look over to Debby and smile gently. "Are they bothering you?" I ask.

"It's none of your business, Green," Blake growls, his green eyes dark with obvious anger and my previous action.

"You live close to me, want to walk home with me?" Her eyes brighter, this never part of the plan. She quickly nods, squeezing past the 5 boys standing around her and joining me at my side. "I'm so sorry again, Blake, boys," I hum, nodding in their direction before I start walking away.

"Did you get them?" Debby asks me once we're out of the school, out of sight and hearing of Blake and his friends. I nod, grinning widely as I dangle they keys in front of her. I have Blake Dixon's motorcycle keys.

It takes 20 minutes to get home, due to the fact that I walked a now happy Debby to her house, which was further down the road past my house. I made a u turn after leaving Debby at her front door, walking back in the direction of my house with a triumphant smile on my face.

Once inside I lock the door, figuring that if I here him breaking in, it give me time to hide due to the fact that he'll have to unlock the door. I sit on my sofa and sigh, smiling giddily as I realize what has happened. I pull the keys out of my pocket, jingling them and giggling.

"What are you laughing about?" I hear Toby's voice behind me. I scramble to hide to keys before he notices, but my attempt falls short as he lifts my arm up harshly, looking at the keys. "How did you get these?" He demands.

"Slight of hand magic," I remark, chewing my lip to hide the obvious smile on my lips.

"I don't think Blake will be impressed by your 'magic'," he scoffs, frowning deeply at me.

As if on cue there is a loud bang on the door, snapping both Toby and I out of our argument. "I'm coming for you!" Blake's voice booms, and I hear the rock by the front door moving to reveal the spare key.

"Oh shit."

***

I'm sat on my bed, my knees clutched to my chest as the incessant banging on my bedroom door continues. I'm not longer smiling, more worried about my life.

When Blake first got into the house I had barely closed and locked my door, a couple of seconds away from death. I heard Toby say something but Blake completely ignored him and ran up the stairs only to be met with my locked bedroom door.

"Open this damned fucking door, Green!" Blake demands loudly, my hinges rattling as he continues to pound his fists against the door. "I'm gonna kill you if you don't open up!"

"You're going to murder me anyway!" I declare, an obvious shake in my voice as I talk. With this, the banging stops and an annoyed growl sounds outside the door.

"I promise not to murder you," he grumbles. I wait a moment, wanting to see what would happen if I ignore him, but obviously he's giving me time to respond.

I grab my chair, placing it under the door knob and unlocking the door. The moment the lock clicks open, Blake immediately tries to open the door, but it only opens an inch, the chair holding the door nearly fully closed. I stand a few feet back, my eyes connected with Blake's. My hand raises and I dangle the keys, giggling a little.

"You little!" He shouts, pounding his shoulder on the door. Before I have time to react, the chair falls to the floor with a thud, failing to hold to door to save me. A scream leaves my mouth as I try to make a mad dash to my bathroom, but a strong arm wraps around my waist and heaves me backwards, my back clashing with Blake's chest.

I kick and squirm, but my small figure is no match against his large one. "I'm sorry!" I scream as Blake snatches his keys from my hand. I didn't realize I was still holding onto them and realized I could be safely in my bathroom if I had thrown them at him.

I hear footsteps running up the stairs, but unfortunately so does Blake and in one swift movement he closes and locks my bedroom door once more, still holding me off the ground. "Please put me down," I mumble, shakiness evident in my voice, and I'm surprised when he drops me to the ground. I fall on my bum, in an unflattering way might I add.

"You're psychotic," he mumbles, picking the chair up off the floor and sitting down in it, shoving his keys into his pocket.

"I'm going to agree just this once," I breathe out, trying hard to regain my breath as I raise myself off the floor and onto my bed.

I lay on my back, exasperated after the dramatic event that had transpired. I don't notice that Blake had moved until he's hovering over me, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "Why did you steal me keys?" He asks, hovering over me, our bodies dangerously close.

"You hurt someone," I reply, my voice barely a whisper as I look up at Blake. His green eyes are glinting, a thin ring of gold around the edges of the green. His expression changes when he hears my answer, his features turning hard and his eyes now icy. "I was helping," I mumble, a slight shake in my voice.

"Do you ever do anything for yourself?" He asks, lowering down closer to me. I can feel his breath fan across my face, a shiver flowing down my spine.

"Uhh," is all I manage, unable to concentrate with how close Blake is to me. Honestly, I've never been this close to a guy before, and it was seriously effecting how I react to anything the heartless lad above me says or does.

A smirk once again plays on his lips. I notice him noticing the effect he had on me, causing him to lean further down, our noses brushing slightly. My cheeks tinge pink as I stare up at Blake, waiting for something to happen.

After a couple more moments of what was happening, it finally dawned on me. "Dixon?" I mumble, shifting uncomfortably. "You have your keys. Is there anything else I can help with?"

I sounded shy and uncomfortable, and I knew I sounded lame, but there was no way that I could let him get this close to me. One, because it was only a week into the two month mission of his and he's already gotten this close to me, and two, because I could never let myself fall for him.

He shrugs and climbs off of me, heading to the door. He glances over his shoulder, a smug look on his face. "Happy 1 week."

***

The rest of the night goes by without my noticing, a frown constant on my lips as today events play over in my head, repeating mostly what happened when Blake finally got his keys back.

He was so close to me, and that scared me. He is the worst person I know, yet he's the only person that's been able to get so close to me. I don't know how to feel, and I'm rather disappointed in myself for my behavior when I'm with Blake.

I decide that going for a run is a good way to clear my head, pulling on a pair of shorts, and a long sleeved, fitted top because it was now dark and rather cold outside. I pull on my bright pink trainers, making sure that I was somewhat visible in the dark.

I step outside and feel the fresh, cold air whip around my shoulders, earning a small shiver from me. I strap my phone to my arm, plugging my earphones in and begin to run, lightly jogging wherever my feet take me.

I end up running into town, slowing down to a walk as I look at all the shops and restaurants, my reflection showing in the window due to the darkness inside. The run had served it's purpose as I'm no longer thinking of the nights events, simply looking at things in the windows of the store, deciding whether I like what I see or not.

I spend a little while like this, taking my earphones out as I window shop. I was unsure really of my motive, but didn't question it as it was quiet and I was alone. That's all I could ask for in this moment.

Well, it was quiet for a while, until I had wandered so far into town that I reach a club, the music blaring and the lights flashing. I watch from afar, looking at all the women in dresses that barely cover their bums and men attempting to catch their attention.

I roll my eyes, and begin walking past the club with no interest of being a part of its on goings. I begin making my way home when I hear my name being called. "Zoey!" I furrow my eyebrows and turn back to the club, mentally slapping myself for acknowledging the voice when I see Jason and Brett standing at the entrance of the club, a cigarette hanging out of Brett's mouth as he speaks.

I realize that there is no way I can ignore them because they've seen me look at them, unless I want to be in more trouble than I already am with that group. "Hey," I mumble, smiling nervously at them as I approach the club. Great.