The Marine

Chapter 8

BLAKE

We turned the corner and as I sat in the back of my beautiful Cadillac watching my friend Clayton drive it, I noticed out of he corner of my eyes two beautiful girls and one was most definitely April.

I was fine with the fact that she brought a friend with her since she only really knows me out of all my friends. My friends were lame but hers were freakin hot. The one standing next to her now was like a model.

Her hair was a beautiful shade of blonde, her skin was flawless and healthily pale. She was one hundred percent my type when it comes to girls.

I remember back to when me and Clayton came back from duty last year and told me a few facts:

1. Never trust a blonde with your money.

2. Never fall in love with a blonde.

3. Never tell a blonde your secrets.

4. Never enjoy yourself too much with a blonde.

"Why?" I asked him in all serious. What's wrong with blondes? Half the girls he's with is blondes.

"Their like condoms." He replied with a simple shrug of the shoulders. I shook my head.

"How did you gather that?" I asked curiously and he just smirked.

"Use once and throw away." He burst out laughing and I joined him but I still didn't understand what he had against them.

"Why don't you like them?" I asked once the laughter quietened down in my bedroom.

"When they are called 'blonde bombshells' its the truth." His face was filled with seriousness so I just smiled and changed the subject to football.

I never really understood what that meant until I was introduced to Abby. She was a walking moody selfish arrogant nightmare. When a girl acts single when she's with her friends then comes home and tells you she loves you....it isn't the best thing in the world.

"Man that girl is beautiful!" Clayton tapped his hand on the steering wheel as he neared the house. I thought he didn't like blondes?

"I thought you weren't one for blondes?" I asked him and slightly pushed his shoulder in a childish action but he just smirked.

"I was talking about the brunette." I looked for a brunette and the only one there was April. He can't be serious right?

"She's off limits man." I told him and he laughed shaking his head.

"Really? How's that?" He asked and I knew I had to think of something drastic.

I found myself glaring at him from the backseat becoming greatly pissed off that he even showed recognition to her. I didn't want that. I made a deal earlier to myself that I would hang around her through the whole night and warn off any guys that go near her innocent little self.

"Her Mum is ill....she's a little unstable if you know what I mean?" He pulled the car up and turned in his seat to look at me with a narrowed expression.

"Shit." He muttered, " I'll find other entertainment for tonight man besides I'm not drinking if I need to bring your drunk asses home." I found myself smiling but as the door opened to reveal a beautiful April, I grinned.

My plan worked and that's the main thing.

"Hi." She whispered to me as her friend climbed into the car.

How do you explain how beautiful this one girl was? She was like a goddess. She looked so different as to what she was a week ago with leaves and stuff in her hair. I admit the blonde was a model but this brunette was the supermodel.

Those leather hot pants were extremely high up and it showed of her beautifully long tanned legs. I wanted to moan at what those things were doing to me right now.

"Hi." I told her swiftly before turning my head to the window not giving her any attention...including those legs.

The car was extremely quiet and the only thing entertaining taking place was the blonde batting her eyelashes at Clay. I watched him look back in the mirror every couple of seconds and he would give a genuine smile.....he likes her!

I made a personal note to talk to him later about that but right now we just arrived at 'Hugo'. My favourite place to go when I get home for a little while.

Bring on Alcohol and Music!

APRIL

Blake was acting really strange. He never turned his eyes in my direction the whole car ride over here and it's not that he's required to its just he seemed so distant.

'Maybe he's pissed that you didn't let Marney sit in the middle' A voice in the back of my head said and I wondered if that's what happened.

He did introduce me to several of his friends when we got here, which was nice of him. Most were childhood friends but others were from the marine core.

It was now almost eleven and I really can't be bothered drinking anymore Alcohol as I sat in our VIP booth. Blake, Marney and all his friends were up on the dance floor bumping moves to 'Wake Me Up' by Avicii.

Let me tell you...they were drunk. Blake seemed moderate but he was a little tipsy besides this whole thing was for him really.

"You know you seem like a cool chick." Clayton appeared at the side of me completely sober with a grin on his face.

His hair was blonde and he had a marine haircut. His eyes were a dark green and his skin complexion was in between. He was dressed in grey dress trousers, a crisp violet shirt, a grey slim tie and a grey waistcoat. His shoes were shiny and his whole outfit looked like 'Armani'.

Did he always dress like this?

"Thanks. Do you always dress like that?" I asked pointing at his business like outfit.

"Nope." He smirked, " My Dad owns a few organisations and he wanted me to help him with a meeting. It was last minute so I didn't have time to change." I smiled understanding why he was dressed like that.

I looked back over to Blake and minus the black haired girl grinding against him he was really handsome tonight. He had on his black 'Gucci' leather jacket, a black polo shirt, dark jeans that hang on his waist perfectly and new white hi-tops just like the ones you would see a a lot of movie stars wear.

"You seem fine." I heard Clayton's voice to the side of me and turned to face him. I must admit I have no idea what he was talking about.

"Huh?" I asked over the loud music, which was now on 'Tsunami' by DVBBS. It was super techno and the chorus made me want to dance.

"Blake said you were unstable." My eyes shot open. That didn't make any sense, why would Blake even say that about me? I was perfectly fine.

"He told you what?!" I asked raising my voice a little too loud and a few people turned to me.

"He told me your Mum was ill and that your unstable." Why was he even telling someone I don't even really know about m Mum? How dare he!

I watched as Blake showed up in front of me giggling and waving to another girl. He turned and looked at Clayton before locking eyes with me. Right now, I honestly can't bring myself to look at him so I got up and barged past him heading for the door.

"April!" He shouted over the music but I just needed some fresh air to clear my head from his twisted sick ordeal.

Once I was away from the crowds of people and heat a very large security guard opened the door and immediately I felt the cool night air embrace me.

BLAKE

I needed someone to tell me what the hell was going on before her intense look of hatred scars me. I looked over to Clayton with a glare knowing that he must have said something to her.

"What the f**k did you say man?!" I shouted over the music trying not to glare at him too much.

"You told me earlier that she was unstable." He shrugged his shoulders and that when I got mad. He can shrug his shoulders all he wants because it won't be him facing the consequences.

"What the f*****g hell does that have to do wi-" I stopped mid sentence aware of what he's done.

I only said that earlier to back him away from her. It isn't a crime!

"Clicked yet?" He asked smartly and I scoffed.

"What the f**k man!" I almost growled in frustration drinking a straight vodka shot.

"Blake don't you think you've had enough?" He asked grabbing the shot glass from my hand.

Having lots of alcohol in my system and him being a complete douche, I did the obvious. I pushed him back full force and his back slammed of the back of the seating booth. I watched intently lifting two more shot glasses up from the table and gulping them both down feeling the liquid burn.

"I'll stop when I want to....not when you tell me to." I told him checking my jean pockets for my phone as I walked out if the club in search of April.

She was standing across the street leaning against the wall next to the park. She looked mad but with a shrug of my shoulders, I walked across the road and dodged a passing car.

April caught sight of me and groaned before muttering something.

"April? Come on let's talk." I told her as I stood a metre away from her pretty little self.

"Go away Blake. Your drunk." I wasn't that drunk, literally. I could walk in a straight line....I think.

"Yeah well I can still see you perfectly clear princess." I told her with a hiccup, which made her scowl and turn away from me with a look of disgust.

"Just leave me alone." I watched her intensely and honestly I think she was over reacting about all of this.

"I'm fine." I told her and I don't know if I was convincing myself or her.

"Why would you even want to talk to an unstable person anyway?" She asked icily as her eyes never let anything away. I wanted to say 'because she's incredibly sexy in that outfit.' But quickly changed my mind incase she gets even madder.

" I only told Clayton that because he wanted to hook up with you." I told her truthfully and she scowled.

"What's so wrong with that?!" That little line made my blood slightly boil.

"What's right with it?" I asked her and she just looked at me not sure what to say.

"It has nothing to do with you!" She roared at me out of anger and I groaned with frustration, I was pissed off now.

"You a god damn virgin!" I shouted back at her and she just looked at me looking like a blank empty sheet of paper.

"It has nothing to do with you!" I watched as she rolled her eyes and shook my head not believing this right now.

"I think to you should be thankful! I don't think you imagined your first time in the back of his car or in his bed for him to tell you to leave! Clayton uses once and throws away!" I added the ending sarcastically waving my hands around.

"Your a jerk." I was about to start shouting in anger again but that went away when I seen the glistening tears in her eyes against the streetlights.

I walked over to her in my slightly drunk state and took both her hand in mine even though she protested and tried to pull away, I stopped her.

"Forgive me?" I begged softly, "I'm sorry April. Please don't cry. " I tried to soothe her but she kept on trying to pull away like a mad person.

Someone wrapped there arms around me and my Marine defence mode took over making me lift up my elbow and full force push it back. I heard something crack but I just turned my attention back to April.

"Blake! What's gotten into you!" She screamed pushing past me and kneeling down and a squirming Clayton. He should know better than to sneak up and put your arms around a Marine.....how stupid.

"Why don't you ask little lover boy why he sneaked up on me?!" Why the hell was April blaming me? If someone sneaks up on you and you don't know who they are you defend yourself.

"Lover boy?" She asked with a look of anger.

I watched as her hands began fidgeting and I knew if he was wearing anything with sleeves she would be pulling on the cuffs. I've upset her again.

"I'm sorry." I told her softly as she raised to her feet from a broken nosed Clayton.

"Just leave me alone." He cried and walked away.

I knew if I went after her she would only just hate me even more and suddenly I felt sober. Could I bare the thought of her hating me? Absolutely not.

Instead I helped up Clayton who was wiping his nose of his shirt as it bled.

"I'm sorry man I shouldn't have sneaker up in you." He told me understanding the whole situation.

"It's fine man just don't forget it in duty." I joked and he smiled. At least someone can genuinely smile around here.

"You like her don't you?" I knew he was talking about April but if she was being stubborn....so was I.

"Well she hates me so it doesn't matter." I pulled my hands through my hair and felt like punching something.

"Dude come on you don't need to hi-"

"Yeah! I like her.....as friends." I told him adding in the last part with a nod of the head. He pointed to the Cadillac and I followed behind him figuring he wanted to drive to the hospital. We would have gotten Marney but she told me on the dance floor that she's going home with a boy or something.

Why did I even go to 'Hugo' tonight? All I did was argue with the one person I never wanted to argue with.

I'll go and see her first thing in the morning and talk to her.

Hopefully by the end she won't hate me and we will be..friends again.

"Lets go to the hospital."'Clayton told me from the drivers seat as he started up my beautiful car. The radio came on and I instantly turned it off as I was suffering from a severe headache.

This f*****g sucks!