-BLAKE-
It's weekend. Four days left before we have to face him... Ahhh, shit!
Yesterday...She lied for me and I got to see the broken faced Johnson. -FUCK YES! I FEEL FUCKING GREAT! SHE JUST CLEARLY DITCHED THAT BITCH! LIKE, WOAH! SERVES HIM RIGHT! NOW HE KNOWS, HOW IT FEELS LIKE LOSING SOMEONE PRECIOUS! I-
("ISN'T IT ENOUGH ALREADY, THAT
YOU ARE DESTROYING MY LIFE?!")
("I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!")
-No... Who am I kidding?...I don't feel great at all... Everytime she hangs out with Johnson, she seems to be so happy and wears a smile...
It sucks, seeing him get all her attention. Sometimes, I get the feeling, that she fell for him and is afraid to accept that... fucking shit... why am I thinking about this anyway?!... I admit, I've taking it too far, but that doesn't mean I don't have the right to do so. I am not the bad guy! I am just revenging my father!...-
("As for you... treat her the way I would and if you hurt her, you'll have to face me again.")
-That fucking bitch... I WILL TREAT HER BETTER AND WOULD NEVER HURT HER! THE FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT?! SHIT!... WHY IS JOHNSON HAUNTING ME!?-
"Are you alright?" Amanda stares up from her book and looks at me with her huge grey eyes. -Fuck... why is it always you?-
"Yeah." I lie and shake fucking Johnson's voice away along with the shitty thoughts and stare back into my textbook. I got suspended for a week and so did he. Cupcake came to bring me my homework, since we're attending the same history class.
I don't know why, but whenever she's distracted by doing something, I catch myself checking her out. It's really weird. Maybe, I forgot to thank her more?
"Thank you." I mumble out and she confusingly looks at me. "Thank you for all of this." I repeat.
It takes a while, before she looks away and softly giggles. It sounds so soft and sweet, that I can't help but smile at her. "Where's that coming from? Geez, you're weird!"
-She's right... where's this side coming from?- My fucking face feels like it's burning. I clear my throat and she widens her eyes. "I just- Shut up!"
She flushes aswell and stutters. "I-I didn't say anything!" -Shit! This is so stupid! Play it cool, Blake! You can do it!-
I lift the book up to my face and try to concentrate. "Are you going to keep on distracting me from learning?" -Good one, Blake!- I managed to stop heating up and glare at her.
She squints her eyes and grabs her pen. "You're- " Eventually, she shakes her head and starts scribbling down her book. -Seems like I've played it cool. Good!-
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"Do you still have time?" I watch her pack her things into her bag.
She grabs the last item and stuffs it inside. "Yeah, why?"
-Blake, what the fuck?! Why did I even ask her!? What was I thinking?!-
"I- uhhh... We need to get used to each other, remember?" I hastily say and she grins.
"You're right. What are we going to do?" She raises her eyebrows.
-Watch Netflix? Nah, that's so clichè... something like an outdoor activity...- I spot my LeBron James poster on the wall beside her and I found my answer. "Have you ever played basketball?"
"No...." She quietly answers. -No way!-
"Perfect!" I smirk and she shakes her head.
"Blake, I don't know how to play that."
-What?-
"So, what? That's why I am here to teach you. It'll be your first time playing with me!"
She widens her eyes and nervously fidgets her fingers. "I... What if I sweat a lot. I mean, I don't want to get all sweaty going home! It sticks and I don't have a replacement-" -Do girls really think this way or is she trying to talk herself out? -
I stand up and grab a white hoodie out of my wardrobe and grey jogging pants. I hand it to her and raise one eyebrow. "Problem solved."
She shakes her head. "I don't want to dirty your clothes. I just-"
-Seriously?-
I cut her off. "What is the real reason, Amanda?"
She sighs in defeat and flushes. "I...I am not a sporty person. You'd laugh and make fun of me." -So, that's it?-
I burst into laughter. "Are you serious right now?"
She nods, still flushing. "You don't understand."
I calm down after a while and lean beside her. "Yeah, I don't. What makes you think I'd make fun of you, Cupcake?"
She suddenly squints her eyes at me. "You're Blake. You call me names. You joke around a lot." -Okay, she knows me too well.-
"Yeah, good one." I laugh, just to annoy her even more. -What? Call me whatever you like. I just think it's cute whenever she's mad at me.- "I get it. No one can do everything, but that is exactly what makes life interesting. When you expect the least, something happens beyond your expectations. Who knows, maybe you're actually good in basketball?"
She flushes and grabs the clothes. "Geez, Fine! Get out!"
My lips for a smile. "This is my room, Cupcake."
"Don't make me change my mind. Can you please get out and let me get changed?" She sighs and lifts the clothes I gave her. -Oh... Darn it. I freaking love being Blake.-
I smirk at her. "Nah. You can strip infront of me. I wouldn't mind. I mean, we need to get used to each other, right?" I cross my arms to my chest and take a seat on my bed.
She flushes and hits me with my own clothes. "Y-You... GET OUT NOW!"
-Awww...-
"Can't I watch you atleast get the shirt off?" I grin as she tries to drag me out.
"N-NO!" She slams the door infront of me and I laugh out loud. -I'm such an asshole.-
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After a while she steps out of my room, wearing my hoodie and jogging pants. The hoodie is huge for her, but the jogging pants seem alright. -She looks really cute. So fluffly and comfortable. What is this? Why am I happy that she wears my stuff? Normally, I'd get mad if someone does that.-
She flushes and tugs on her ponytail. "I'm ready."
I grin at her and walk down the stairs. "How come my clothes suit you better?" As I blurt that out I notice a small smile on her lips. -Shit...-
We walk to my garden, which is plain and just simple. I said my garden, since it's the only place Rich didn't fancy with flowers and statues! Good thing, I have a place that seems quite normal. It's even near the neighbourhood.
"I'll show you some basics." I dribble slowly and shoot from the three point line. I sensed her eyes on me, so I had to show off a bit, right?
I look at her and catch her fascinated face expression. I grin and pass the ball. She catches it then shakes her head. "I can't." -Is she really giving up already?-
"C'mon! You didn't even shoot it yet!" I chuckle, making her sigh.
She lifts the ball and shoots like she's playing volleyball. Even with her jump, the ball didn't touch the ring at all. Yeah, she's tiny. -Seriously?! Fuck!- I hide my smile and die internally.
"I-I told you! S-Stop laughing!"
I laugh even harder. She's about to leave, but I grab her hand and grin. "Sorry, you're just too cute." Somehow, she flushes and it takes me a while, before I realise I took it too far. -WHAT THE FUCK BLAKE?!-
I awkwardly rub my neck and avoid eyecontact. "I.."
She slowly moves away from me and runs for the ball. "C-can you teach me how to shoot?" -Good, she tries to avoid it too!-
"Sure." I say and she walks beside me. I show her the proper way to hold a ball and how to jump higher, instead of wider. "Ready?" I ask.
She nods and follows all the moves I did. I wait for her to jump and when she finally did, I grab her by her waist and lift her even higher. To my surprise, she's really light. She didn't seem to notice at first and shoots the ball, which lands into the loop. When I carefully placed her down, she surprises me with a tight hug. "I did it!" She smiles and I return it. -Awww-
"Yes, you did!" We hold this position for a while, until she releases herself off me, flushing again.
"I-I'm going to get the... ball." She awkwardly tugs on her ponytail as I look away.
"Go ahead." I sense her walking away and watch her grab the ball. Shit, my lips are curving up on their own again.
-What the fuck just happened?... Why did my heart just skip beats?...-
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