Chapter 8
I couldn’t be any more happy when the house that held the party comes into view. The awkwardness that hung in the air was almost suffocating.
The party seemed to be in full swing with music blasting through the entire house. I guess it was alright to have it to this overpowering volume with a scarce amount of neighbors.
Blake slowly parks the car, being careful to not knock over the teens running up and down the road recklessly. Were they high? They certainly looked like it.
Stacy bangs the car door on the way out. I flinch away from the loud noise and look to see her walking up to the house. I cringed when I spotted an unfamiliar girl throwing up in the bushes, her friend patting her back.
Stacy had long gone inside the house, leaving Blake and I behind. She was furious and I felt somewhat guilty. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled opening the car door and getting out.
Blake does the same and looks over to face me. His brows are knitted in confusion. Like he didn’t have a clue as to why I was sorry. “Sorry for what exactly Ley?” He voiced his confusion.
I sighed, my breath coming out in a foggy cloud from the cold. “For having Stacy mad at you. I’m sorry that I caused this.” My tone had turned soft, almost unheard. I was surprised he had even heard it, or he probably must’ve read my lips. His eyes did stay glued to them.
For a second he just stares. Then his piercing blue eyes lifts away from my lips to stare into my own. Blue meets green. Then as if triggered, he starts laughing, loud enough to have the teenagers running around to peer over.
My hands come instinctively in the pockets of my jacket as I looked around. I was glad that I had chosen to wear
leggings because I would’ve surely been frozen by now. I watch as Blake almost doubled over in his laughter. Were those tears in his eyes?
What was so funny?
“What’s so funny Blake?” I voiced out my thoughts.
He had finally toned down a bit. “What’s funny is that you think you caused Stacy to be mad at me.” He responds with a slight chuckle.
I walk around the car and stop a few feet away from him.” But I was the cause. If I hadn’t sat in front she wouldn’t have gotten agitated.” I mumble.
He rolled his blue eyes and walked over, removing the distance that separated us. I arch my neck so I could look at him. He was close, too close. “Stop overthinking things Ley. You’re not the cause and you always come first.” He mumbles and pokes my head with his finger.
I mockingly glare at him but my heart leaps at his words. I know he only meant it in a friendly way but I couldn’t help but feel content. Was it that bad to feel that, knowing he had a girlfriend?
He steps away. “By the way, Stacy can’t stay mad at this face.” He jokes and points at his face. I forced out a laugh. Who can ever be mad at you Blake? I couldn’t even if I tried.
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