ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ [𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓭✔]

Chapter 15: "Your face is enough to make me smile."

"Make out what?" I huff.

"Make out with you." -Gahh! I know he means it the wrong way.-

"You're so perverted..." He acts like he is shocked and places one hand to his chest.

"Me? It's not my fault that you're thinking that way." Now he is turning the tables. -Sneaky little jerk!-
I cross my arms and knitt my eyebrows. He's laughing, again.

The bell rings and our teacher, Mr. Braham comes in. I tried to pay attention during class, but Blake kept on disturbing me, by poking my stomach with a pen and whispering things I don't really want to know about.

"Mr. Cohen" Our teacher is now focused on Blake. "Is Miss Miller much more interessting than my lesson?" A few students laugh and alot of girls glare at me. -Gosh! Why always me?!-

"Prolly." Blake leans back on his chair and the teacher walks in front of him. -This jerk!-

"I don't like the way you're acting." He folds his glasses and hooks them on his neck tie. "You will be having serious problems in the future, Blake."

The room is suddenly awkwardly silent. I look at Blake, who seems to be enjoying the roast. "Sweet, Hehe... Sir, I don't give a fuck if you like me or not. You can shove your opinions in your ass. I always have problems, but so do you. It would be boring not having any adventures in life, wouldn't it? The only difference between me and you is that I always have my ways out."

-I am shooked. He literally just kind of exposed Mr. Braham. But why is he not fighting back or scolding Blake? Is he afraid of him?...-

Some try not to laugh and the rest is just as shooked as I am. Mr. Braham clears his throat and glares at the bad boy for a while.

"Well then. Let's head back to the lesson.... Blake, when did
The Attack on Pearl Harbor end?" It seems like he is challenging Blake's intelligence.

"1941."

He nods."First World War?"

"1914 till 1918."

"What is the oldest written language?"

"Sumerian." Blake answers slightly annoyed. -To be honest, not even I know the answer.-

"When and where was Napoleon defeated?"

"First in Russia 1812 till 1814 and finally in Waterloo 1815." -Amazing! He doesn't even hesitate answering them!-

The whole class looked confused and Mr.Braham was about to ask another question, but Blake cuts him off. "Is this some kind of interrogation?"

Despite his behaviour and rebellious look, he is actually very intelligent.

I hear giggles and whisperings. I turn to look at Mr. Braham and his face slowly turns really red. -He will explode at any second.- His eyes meet mine and immediately ask me a question. "Second World War, Ms. Miller?" -DAMN IT!-

"It's..." -I am startled by his sudden question. DAMN IT! FOCUS AMANDA!...Ah, got it!- "1939 until 1945." He nods and gives me a warm smile.

-Do you know that moment when you think you're done, but then the teacher continues asking?... yeah, darn it-

"Who gave us the Statue of Liberty?"

I had to think for a while. "T-the French people..."

"Why?" -....Why? Ugh I don't know...- Blake snickers and leans forward. -Damn him! He's having fun seeing me getting tortured.-

He chuckles, while staring at Mr. Braham. "It was a gift from the french people commemorating the alliance of France and the United States during the American Revolution."

"Thank you. 'Miss Miller'...I thought you didn't want to answer any of my questions?" The teacher raises an eyebrow and Blake just shrugs.

I'm assuming that the bell just rang. Everybody stands up and start walking out of class. I glance over to Blake, who is giving me a mischievous smile. "What is it?" I ask.

"No, 'thank you'?" He raises an eyebrow.

I pack my things and stand up. "Didn't ask for your help!"

He suddenly grabs my wrist and drags me out. "I did help you out though and you should do something in return." He huffs back. -SERIOUSLY NOW?!-

We got out of school and I'm standing infront of his red Suzuki motorcycle. "Let's have a meal together."

I shake my head. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"And what if so?" He hands me a helmet and takes his leather jacket. -Atleast he isn't denying it.-

I stare at the building behind us and sigh. "We can't just-"

"You're right." He interrupts me.

"You know, what I'm referring to?" He nods and sits slouchy sideways on his bike. -How suprising! Blake actually understand me! He might not be such a jerk after all!-

He rubs his chin then stands up. "Let's head home." -Thank God!-

I smile at him. "Right-"

"I still have to write a report for Mr. headmaster." He winks. -THIS BASTARD!- I punch his stomach and he widens his eyes. "That will be on my report too! You hurted me physically!" He points out and grins.

"You cruel ..ughhh!!!" I was about to stomp back, but stop halfway as he yells.

"If you come and have a meal with me, I will not write a report." I turn around see him glaring at me. -Scary...-

"What do you want? Don't you have other friends?" With that he stays silent and isn't smiling anymore. I kinda regret spitting that out loud.

His eyes dodges mine and I can see his jaw muscle twitching. -Weird... where is his gang? Did they ditch him?-

I see Courtney and Crystal walking around, obviously looking for me. -Aghhh!!! Dear God, please tell me I can still repent!- I walk over to Blake and grab the helmet. He looks at me surprised. "Are we going or not?"

He blinks and suddenly gives me a warm smile, revealing visible dimples. -He's ... cute that way....- "Off we go then?" I nod and cling onto his waist. "Hold tight Cupcake. You might fall off, as clumsy as you are." He chuckles and I groan.

-Now I do regret my choice!- I can hear the engine howling and the bike starting to move.

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