Heaven to the side ^^^^

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For the rest of the day, I avoided Blake the best I could. Even though I would have to face him after school. Until then, I needed to mentally prepare myself.

I could NOT kiss him again.

Ohhh this is very bad, that was a very bad mistake, and it definitely couldn't happen again.

Ughh how could I be so stupid to let myself fall for a boy like him? A boy who didn't love me back.

BRINGGGGGGG

I grabbed my science books, before walking out of the classroom. Caroline was going to Alecs house after school so i walked down the hallways alone.
It was now the end of the day which mean't I had to meet Blake in the school parking lot.

I tried not to stumble, as students ran past me to get to their lockers. The kiss between Blake and I kept replaying inside my head as I walked down the halls. I clenched my jaw. I was so angry at myself for giving into him. It could NOT happen again.

My mind instantly shifted to Luke, wondering if he has told Blake that I know about the trouble he was in with Vince.

It didn't settle well with my stomach that I was involved. I didn't know how to feel about it. It shocked me that I wasn't frightened, though I was strongly curious. I wanted to know Blake's story, I want to know why he fights. To say I was surprised that Blake had enemies was a lie. I may not be an expert with illegal stuff but I wasn't dumb to know that being an underground street fighter payed its costs. My heart clenched at the thought of something happening to him.

Shrugging the thought off, I finally reached my locker. Putting in my locker combination, I put my books away that I had from my previous lesson and made sure to get my Romeo and Juliet lines out.

Stuffing the scripts in my bag, I slammed my locker door shut before turning on my heel and walking out of the school.

My hands instantly started to feel clammy at the thought of seeing Blake. My stomach fluttered at the thought of my lips touching his, but I instantly scolded myself to not think about it.

Looking up, my breath hitched in my throat once I could make out Blake standing cross legged in front of his motorcycle. His arms were folded across his chest, his eyes scanning the parking lot until they settled on me.

I instantly looked down, my cheeks heating up. I tried my best to ignore his intense gaze on me, as I walked over to him.

"You know I had this strange feeling that you have been avoiding me today, kitten" his deep voice was taunting.

My heart rate instantly increased at his words, not knowing how to respond.

Mentally slapping myself for acting so weak, I lifted my head up high, trying my best to look confident.

As soon as my eyes met his, I felt my wall that I had been trying to build, crumble down.

How is it that just staring into his eyes can ruin everything?!

"I don't know what your talking about" my voice was loud and calm, much to my surprise. I was good at hiding what I really felt, but I knew Blake could read me like an open book.

"And what did I say about calling me kitten?" I added, obviously he knew it got on my nerves so why did he keep calling me it?!

"Whatever, just get on my bike" I narrowed my eyes at his use of tone, confused in his sudden change of attitude.

"I'll follow you in my car, I'm not leaving it at school over night" I bit my tongue to stop myself from saying something regarding his mood.

Turning on my heel, I began walking to my car. Throwing my bag in the passenger side, I got in my seat, shutting the door behind me before looking through the review mirror.

Blake was still standing in the spot where I had left him, looking to be deep in thought.

I wonder what he was thinking about?

I watched him closely to see him snap out of whatever trance he was in before he walked over to his bike, and getting on.

I started my car up just as he started his bike, following closely behind him as we both drove out of the school gates until we were on the energetic road.

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Coming to a stop in front of his house, I took it in.

A small smile made its way onto my lips as I remembered the last time I was here. He had saved me that night of Brandon's party.

I had only been here once before. I never really took my time to look at his house properly that day, I was too focused on getting out of it.

It was a two story house, large in width rather then height. The front garden looked like it hadn't been touched in a while, the grass wasn't too long but the flowers looked almost dead.
There was a double door in the middle of the house, and two large glass windows above the door on either side of the house with black lining around the outside frame. The house was surrounded by a black gate that had spikes up the top, looking extremely intimidating to anyone who would walk past. The opening to the gate was in line with the front door. On the door of the gate was a metal square keypad type of thing, showing that you had to put in a code in order for the gate to unlock.

Because of the gate, the house looked impossible to get in. The main colour scheme was black, giving off a frightening vibe, there was nothing friendly looking about this house.

Unlocking my car door, I stepped out of it, gripping my bag in my hand. Closing the door behind me, I locked my car, looking over at Blake to see him getting off his motorcycle.

I walked up the footpath, until I was standing directing in front of the black gate.

Wow.

It was extremely high once you stood in front of it. It was almost terrifying to look at. My eyes instantly observed the spikes at the top of the gate. It looked painful to touch they were that sharp.

Blake's house was very him that was for sure. It suited him well, it was a nice house don't get me wrong but it lacked feeling to it.

"Move" my thoughts were instantly pushed to the back of my mind as Blake's deep voice spoke up.

I snapped my head to the side where Blake stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest. My eyes narrowed at his attitude, but I took a step back once I realized my body was blocking the entrance.

I watched closely as he came forward, covering the keypad on the gate with his large hand. He positioned his body in a way so that no body lurking around could see what he was doing.

I listened to his fingers pressing against the buttons on the keypad until a beeping noise was heard. I watched amazed, as the gate slowly opened, allowing us to enter.

"Come on" He mumbled, before walking through the gate.

I glared daggers into his back before I followed closely behind him with the gate closing behind me.

Making our way to the front door, I glanced over at Blake to see him pull out a key from his back pocket. He opened the door only to reveal another one, only it was a metal door with another padlock on it, as well as a little hole in the top that im guessing was for looking out of from the inside of the house. I watched Blake yet another time tapping in the code, until it slowly opened only to reveal....

Yep you guessed it

Another door!!

What is it with him and doors? Why so many??

Only this time, the door was fly screan, so I could see the inside of the house through it. I watched Blake grab out his keys again, before opening the door.

I followed Blake through the door, the inside of his house already familiar to me. It was very clean....too clean.

From the front door you could already see the kitchen and a large space where a round table was. The furniture of the house was white, grey and brown, surprisingly not black.

The walls were white and the stairs that lead to upstairs were white also. There was hardly any decorative things to make the house look like it was owned. It almost looked like a display home.

"Come" I rolled my eyes at Blake's bluntness.

What was up his ass?

Deciding not to say anything, I followed him through the hallway, walking past the living room that was pretty big. It consisted of a massive brown leather couch on a grey rug. In front of the couch was a glass coffee table. There large flat screan tv that hung on the wall, with a brown wooden cabinet under it.

I noticed another hall way but I didn't get to see what was through it as the stairs were the opposite way.

Following Blake up the stairs, we were now on the second level which Im also familiar with.

Walking into Blake's room, the smell of his cologne instantly filled my nose.

I watched him silently as he made his way over to his bed before lying down.

I ignored his stare, looking around his room some more. His wardrobe was built into the left wall, a plain desk situated on the middle wall, and that was it. His room was so plain, but I guess it was him. The colours that stood out to me were of course black but also red and grey. Those were the three colors, basically all the furniture consisted of as well as his bed sheets.

I quickly glanced over at Blake to see one of his arms under his head and the other rested on his lap. Behind his bed was a window that was the only source of light in his room besides a lamp on his bedside table that wasn't turned on.

The air around us suddenly became thick as none of us spoke.

I was very confused as to why Blake wasn't acting like himself. His mood was different ever since the parking lot.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was nothing but a husky whisper.

I tried to ignore the butterflies that erupted in my tummy as he spoke.

"You" my reply was simple yet the truth. I didn't think it was all that bad to let him know that my thoughts were about him.

"Me?" My heart rate began to speed up as his eyes fluttered open, his stormy blue eyes searching mine.

"Yes, why are you being so weird?" I couldn't help but blurt out. I wanted to know why he was acting like this.

"Thinking" was he's only reply.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh of frustration, my eyes narrowing at him.

"Thinking about what?" I snapped.

I could tell he didn't like my answer, judging by the way his jaw clenched in response.

"You" he mumbled, closing his eyes.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I was beyond frustrated by his one worded answers.

"Are you capable of forming at least a three worded answer?" I gritted out.

My eyes narrowed at the small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Yes I am"

I breathed in before closing my eyes in attempt to calm myself down.

Snapping my eyes opened, I clenched my hands by my sides until they were in fists.

"Stop being a fucking smartass and talk normally!" I marched up to where he was lying before gripping his chin, making him face me.

I glared into his eyes that were filled with pure amusement which only made my glare harden.

"Kitty kitty kitty " he purred.

It was then that I noticed his eyes were glazed over.

Oh he wasn't.....

"YOUR FUCKING HIGH RIGHT NOW?!" I all but screamed so loud I even made myself slightly wince.

My eyes were narrowed into slits, my nostrils flaring in complete anger.

"Now now kitty cat " he paused before giving me a toothy grin

"You love me, I love you, let's make love" he grinned up at me like an idiot.

I tried to control my breathing as the worlds I love you came out of his mouth. I tried to mask the disappointment on my face, knowing that he probably didn't mean it.

"Why did you smoke Blake?" I sighed, rubbing my temples.

I can't believe I am dealing with this right now when we were meant to be rehearsing our lines for the play.

I looked down at him with wide eyes as he stared back at me, a toothy grin on his face.

"Kiss me kitten" I groaned, putting my face in my hands.

"Blake you don't even mean that" I looked back up at him.

"Kiss me kitty cat" he grinned, pouting his lips while giving me a kissy face

I sighed, sitting down on the bed beside him.

I crossed my arms over my chest, watching him as if he was a child.

I got my phone out of my pocket, dialing the one person I knew would take this seriously.

"Heaven? What's wrong?" He answered the phone as soon as I pressed call.

A faint smile made its way onto my lips before it was quickly replaced with a frown.

Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, glancing over at Blake who was still staring at me with a fat grin on his face.

"Luke I need your help"