The Boyfriend Games (slowly editing; grammar issues)

Chapter 9

"Choco fudge brownie. Three scoops. He's paying," I smiled at him, and he gave me a flirty wink. Blake scowled and took out his wallet that was filled with ten-dollar notes. He was rich.

"I want three scoops of Phish Food" He told the dude behind the counter and then he paid. I took a lick of ice cream; it was so good! Then, I realised that it would take really long to go back if Blake drove. And, I really wanted to go home as soon as possible.

"I'm driving," I announced to him, grinning when I saw his face spasming from horror or anger or surprise.

"Hell no," He firmly stated, but I had already walked away. With his car-keys.

"Okay, let's go!" I said over-excitedly when I was seated in the driver's seat. Blake rolled his eyes from the passenger seat. He was hugging some random pillow.

"Why are you hugging the pillow?" I asked, genuinely curious. He glared at me. "It has calming herbs inside. With you driving, I might just go into cardiac arrest." I couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter. Blake Richards, big, bad, brave player, scared of driving too fast? Haha.

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"Shit! Slow down! You know you're on two lanes right! Miss! How did you pass your driving test?!" Blake yelled, and took a big whiff of his 'calming' pillow.

"Come on, I'm going only at eighty," I rolled my eyes at him. What a big baby.

"The speed limit's forty-five woman!" He yelled at me, and buried his face into that pillow. Ugh, I was starting to get annoyed at the pillow. I had initially thought it was some cruel joke, but it annoyed me that he was a so scared of my driving.

"Fine." I slowed down to sixty, "Is this alright, sir?" I asked rudely, and he groaned.

"I give up. I want a white coffin for my funeral." I snickered at him. White? Wasn't that a teensy little bit too.. Girly? It was too girly for a macho guy like Blake Richards. Actually... Now that I saw this side of him, I wasn't sure if he was a guy or a girl anymore.

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When I finally stopped the car, in a terrible car-spot, Blake pushed the door open with force and fell onto his knees at the grass. "Sweet earth! I missed you!" He kissed the ground, and I shot him a weird look.

"My driving isn't that bad" I muttered to myself.

He gave me a sympathetic look. "Aww, the poor, deluded girl is trying to console herself."

I ignored his comment and scanned the area. I didn't know where I was. The land in front of me was just lush green grass and some tiny dandelions drifting around. It was beautiful and peaceful. I hadn't had peace for a really long time.

Blake must've seen the confused, yet relaxed face on my face and guessed what I was thinking.  

"So, do you wanna chill in this place?" He pointed to a dry, grassy spot, and I nodded my head. We raced there and I sat on the grass, patting the ground for Blake to join me. We both lay down and stared at the clouds.

"You know, I think I know why you're suddenly communicating with me," He broke the silence, and sat up, telling me.

"What do you mean?"

"You've never actually talked to me before, and I've never really seen you around. And, boom, you're like talking to me," He explained incoherently.

"Why do you think I'm talking to you then," I hoped that it wasn't because someone let out the secret about the Boyfriend Games. That would be plain terrible.

"You just want to get in my pants," His answer came quickly, and I sat up erect, horrified by his theory.

"You know, not all girls are sluts," I replied swiftly, my eyes already narrowed at him.

"Believe me, they all are. Even you. Look - all the girls want me, and since you do, I'm not gonna say no," He looked at my pityingly. Ouch, that was a big ouch to my ego.

"Seriously, I think you need to think things through properly, you asshole," I got up, my eyes trained on him like a sniper, "I'll walk myself home. It's better than sitting in a stupid car with a stupid manwhore."

I began walking before he could even reply.