Chapter 56
“Can I talk to you in private?” I ask Blake coming up behind him. He was already seated at the lunch table, Ryan on the opposite side of him eating and talking about God knows what.
I had placed the test in the front pocket of my bag. I wanted nothing more to throw it away and pretend nothing happened. But my conscience would not let me.
Blake noticed the tone of my voice because he turned to face me quickly, brows furrowed. I tear my eyes away from him, not having the courage to look at him. I could not see him the same anymore. It hurt to look at him now.
“Ooh Blake what did you do?” Ryan asked in a teasing voice and laughed. Seeing that I was not a bit amused he stops.
“What’s wrong Ley?” Blake asked in worry.
I sighed not once looking at him. “We need to talk in private Blake. There are too many eyes and ears here.”
My eyes skittish around the many faces. The cafeteria doors open and in walks in Stacy. Her eyes burn into my own before a smirk crawls on her face. She tears her eyes away from me and looks at Blake.
I stop breathing when she starts proceeding towards us. Her face hard with determination. My heart thuds and sweat begin to coat my skin.
“Are you okay Ley? You look sick.” Blake’s voice is worried as he reaches for me. His fingers wrap around the bone of my wrist to get my attention.
But I cannot seem to move my eyes away from the blonde marching towards us. Somehow I knew that whatever would happen next,Blake and I would not be the same anymore.
And that thought tore me completely.
“Ley?” I could barely hear Ryan’s voice. I felt like their voices were going on deaths ears. I could barely hear anything other than my own heartbeat.
Before I knew it she had reached beside us, barely a foot away. Her arms in the front pockets of her sweater.
She smiled cruelly at me.
And it is then Blake seems to notice her presence. His grip on my wrist becomes more firm as he jerks me closer to him.
“What the hell do you want?” He hisses lowly as to not cause a scene. Oh Blake baby, this is why she came here in the first place. To make a scene.
She turns to him, her eyes widening in innocence. “Don’t go all hulk on me Blake, I simply came here to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you Stacy, be on your way.” He grumbles. He feels my unease and stands up.
His warm body coming closer to me, to ease my worries. But it doesn’t help, even though he turns me around and drops his head to my level to look in my eyes.
“Did she do anything to you? Tell me Ashley I’ll deal with her.” He urges gripping my shoulders.
No matter how much I tried I couldn’t speak. It was like fear clutched me tightly and prevented me from speaking. I feared that if he got to know of this pregnancy then he’d leave me. My insecurities would not let me think otherwise.
“Relax Blake I didn’t do anything to your precious Ashley. What you did to me otherwise…” She drawls out shifting on her foot as she glares at Blake.
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