Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Harper

Tears start to burn at his rejection, at his cruelty, so badly that I can't

see where I'm going as I shove through more grinding bodies and

surging hormones. My vision blurs as I run back down the hall. I look

over my shoulder and sure enough Easton's still watching, that smug

asshole smile in place.

Islam hard into something and fall, hearing Easton's laugh along with

Aisha's over the pounding music.

I blink up. It's Blake, because of

course it would be Blake.

“Oh shit.” He quickly pulls me to my feet. “I'm sorry, I didn't see you.”

Because I'm invisible, aren't 17

Unwanted

Uninvited

Great, am I really going to cry in front of him, of all people?

The biggest ass in the senior class with the emotional intelligence of a

pea.

He takes one look at me and curses, then starts dragging me down the

hall and into the garage, where I burst into giant, gut

wrenching sobs.

My night's ending where it started.

From famous makeout session with the off-limits guy I've crushed on

for years, to the player who's slept with every girl on the cheerleading

squad and dance team, now awkwardly comforting me.

Blake's staring, his green eyes roaming over me like I'm some sort of

foreign creature. He lifts his hand, then drops it, before he finally pulls

me in for a tight hug.

Both embarrassed and comforted, I briefly hug him back, completely

weirded out that the third part of

my brother's friend trio-the one who once jumped off of the roof into

our pool, screaming I'm Britney bitch is trying to comfort me.

“Anything I can do?” he asks.

I pull away, frowning. “Are you drunk?”

“The hell?" He shakes his head. "No."

“High?” My frown deepens but at least the tears stopped flowing.

“Why do I suddenly feel offended?” He laughs. “Do I have to be drunk

or high to care about your

feelings?”

I think for a minute then blurt, “But you're you.”

“Wow.” He crosses his bulky, tanned arms. “Okay, I'm officially offended,

no takebacks.”

I find myself smiling. “You know what I mean.”

“You should probably explain it to me since I'm a guy and we're dumb.”

I always forget how pretty he is, with his dark hair pulled back into a

bun and his green eyes focused only on me.

I lick my lips and try again. “I just mean you're Blake Elliot. You have a

certain reputation for, you

know...idiocy.”

He lifts a brow. "Wanna know a secret?”

"Sure?"

He leans in, looking like bad choices and sin. “I actually have one of the

highest grade point averages in our class. I'm just bored as hell sitting

there, so you know... entertain.” He spreads his arms wide.

“Impressed?”

I narrow my eyes. “Are you being serious?”

“No, actually I'm failing and might have to repeat my senior year for the

third time.”

“What!” My jaw drops.

His laugh has me joining in. “God, you should have seen your face just

now. How old do I look? Damn, now I'm doubly offended.” He holds up

his right hand like he's taking an oath. “I've never repeated school ever,

not even when I accidently killed the class lizard in first grade because

wanted to set him free.”

“Uh, I don’t know this story.” And I feel like I know all of Blake's

stories.

“I felt bad for the little guy, trapped in his cage. Like a prison. So,

decided to let Mike go, that was the lizard's name, by the way.”

“Ooookay.” I shake my head.

"Oh, good, you're keeping up.” He winks. “Anyways, that's how Mike

met his untimely death in the school toilet.”

“Let me guess, because all drains lead to the ocean?”

“Exactly. I thought he could swim his way to freedom.” He holds his

hand up for a high five.

I slap it as the door jerks open.

Easton stands there seemingly drunk and uncertain on his feet. “Are

you seriously hiding out in my garage now, Harper? With Blake? How

desperate are you?”

I can't decide if I'm embarrassed or angry at this point as I try to come

up with something to say. Maybe I should just find a baseball bat, let

out a war cry and run toward him just to see his reaction.

Easton scowls. “Seriously, Harper, maybe you'd be more popular if you

didnt try so hard.”

"Wowwwwww." Blake wraps his arm around my shoulders. “You kiss

Aisha with that mouth.” He snaps his fingers. “Oh wait..."

“Stay out of it, Blake.”

“Quick, how many fingers am ! holding up?” Blake holds up three

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