It All Started With A Text

Chapter 3 - Oh gawd.

Blake is typing..
Oh no. This was the worst thing I could have done. Why did I agree? He's probably going to make fun of my looks, my hair, everything. I hope he's not a jerk as he claims. Gawd what takes him so long to write? Is he writing an essay or something? I shut my phone off and turn on Netflix, I quickly find Supernatural and continue watching it from where I left off. Oh, Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki and Misha Collins are just too damn gorgeous. My phone lights up and I instantly feel sick. Scared. I feel giddy as I pick my phone up and slide the unlock button. My screen comes alive with all of my apps and I click on messenger. Here goes nothing.
B- Wow.
That's it? That long.. For that? What's that even supposed to mean? Ugh. Boys can be so annoying. I just leave as seen and turn my phone off, a glance at my watch tells me it's 12:05am. Shit. I quickly change into my nightwear and fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning was a pain, I can't believe somebody was so smart that they made school start on a Monday. Note the sarcasm. I glanced at my clock and realised I was running half an hour late on when I usually get up, meaning I can't have my shower I so excitedly anticipated. Oh, well. Let's get ready for another day at school, as I mentally prepared myself for surviving through this day.

This day.

It was the day.

The day I finally meet Blake.

...

I'm not going. I sat back down and willed myself to go back to sleep. Not surprisingly though, I couldn't get back to sleep. I knew I had only been laying down for two minutes but for the past two minutes I thought about all the consequences of skipping school. They were bad. Well, for me. I didn't exactly skip school. I was usually there and waiting by the time my teachers waltz into the classroom without a care in the world; which irritated me to say the least. Knowing that if I didn't move now I'd be late for school, I quickly rummaged through my drawers and found a pair of jeans and a baggy jumper which I could easily put a belt on so that it didnt leave me entirely shapeless. I shoved the clothes on my bed and quickly made my way to the bathroom. I quickly washed my face and arms and grabbed my favourite deoderant, I'm not a big fan on makeup and perfume is just too damn girly for me. So being as presentable as I'm going to get this morning I grabbed my belt and tightened it around my waist which gave me a subtle hourglass figure, slipped my converse on and started walking to school.

By the time I had gotten to school, the first bell had already rung, meaning I'd better get my ass to class. However, the principle told me last Friday that he wanted to see me before class today, in a not-so-friendly way. So I turned the complete opposite way of my first class and went to go see what he wanted.

Arriving there far quicker than expected I knocked on his office and he greeted me with a smile. That's surprising. What was even more surprising was that there was someone in there with him.

"Principle, would you like me to wait outside?"

"No, don't be silly. This young man right here is why I wanted to see you. He's new and seeing as you're the one who I can trust most in your year so I decided you would be the perfect person to show him to his classes." As soon as I looked at him properly I could see his shaggy blonde hair exactly the way it was in the photo, his defined jawline, and that black tshirt which clings onto him ever so nicely.

Blake.

"Are you up for that Sasha?"

Nervously gulping I gave a quick nod and asked if I could have a copy of his schedule.

"Don't you need to know my name first?"

Blake spoke up for the first time - looking me in the eyes, daring me, challenging me. He wore that smirk on his face which he will probably be wearing a lot, with all the sleazy girls in our school.

"Ah yes, Sasha this is Blake, Blake meet Sasha."

"Nice meeting you, and we are going to be late for your first class, so why don't we head off?"

I answered him after being passed his shedule and motioning for Blake to follow me. He got up gracefully and I was awestruck of how beautiful he really is. He cleared his throat and I knew I had been caught in the act. My cheeks instantly flared up and he chuckled, a deep masculine voice. It sounded like heaven. I turned, not wanting to be any more embarassed and I started walking to his first class - Art. My first class too, thank god, now I wouldn't have to explain why I was late.

Walking down the empty hallway Blake caught up to me and ensued a conversation with me.

"So, why is it that you never answered me last night?"

"What, after you went, "Wow."?"

"Yeah after that. That was a compliment ya know, you're meant to say thanks." I thught he was serious but the humour in his voice showed me that he was only teasing me when he said those words, which I was thankful for. He turned and before I knew what was happening he pinned me against the wall with his hands trapping my own. His face leaned down to mine, only inches away. So close I could feel his breath on my lips. He looked me up and down and had me shocked when he said something with complete honesty in his eyes. "You're downright beautiful, birdie."