Secretly Yours

Chapter 7

Blair’s POV

Both of my hands are gripping the edges of the book I’m reading while I’m waiting for the movie I’m downloading on my laptop to be done. My door creaked open, I was about to narrow my eyes to the person who just came in without even knocking before entering a lady’s room, when Blake came into my view wearing black round shirt and a tattered pair of jeans. He was holding two boxes of pizza and a bottle of soda.

“Don’t you know how to knock? You sure do have a problem with your manners. I  could have been naked!” I yelled at him. Annoyed that he just comes into my room as if he owns it. This is not our Den, and he can’t just come and go in my house as he pleased.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen too many interesting bodies and I don’t think you have that.” He says, amused. I should be insulted, but I know he’s telling the truth and he’s Blake Michaelson. He has practically slept with all of the cheerleading girls in our school.

I rolled my eyes at him and resumed reading my book. He chuckles as he quickly notices my annoyance of him. He made himself comfortable by laying on my bed next to me, and tapping something on my laptop that made him laugh hard.

“Just a few minutes ago you were concerned about my manners and yet here you are committing a cybercrime by downloading a pirated movie from the internet. Don’t you know that it’s illegal?”

“I’m fully aware that it's illegal, but it’s cheaper. I don’t have to pay a monthly fee for it.” I pointed out.

“Netflix only costs less than 10 bucks a month. You being frugal is totally not cool.”

“I’m saving up money for my car,” I muttered and folded the page I’m reading before putting the book down.

“You could have asked your father to buy you one. He’s a doctor, I don’t really understand why you gotta act like a homeless person when it comes to saving up money.” He says.

“I can, but I want to buy it from my own pocket. It’s kinda an adult thing, I’m sure you do understand.” I said with a half smirk. I hope he gets my sarcasm.

“Well, I’m happy to help you. Good thing you have a best friend who likes to ‘Netflix and chill’ kind of thing,” He says, and he has this smug look that sits comfortably on his face. I rolled my eyes again, as my face broke into a disgusted look. Because I know what ‘Netflix and Chill’ means to guys like him.

“Eww. Isn’t that the same phrase you use to get girls into your bed?” I said. Then I suddenly remember our Den. “Ughh. Don’t tell me you did it inside our Den?” I grunted.

“I don’t have to do anything to persuade girls into my bed. My attractive self does the job and I don’t even have to sweat, because they come for me. Just for the record, I don’t watch any movies with other girls. I never have. Didn’t we all swore that we will never bring any of the people we’re all dating? It’s forbidden. The Den is our comfort zone, I would never let anyone even take a single step inside.” He says.

And, I believed him.

“Good. Because, we’ll be really pissed. If you did. But, there’s an exception.” I said.

“Wow. You’re making the rules again,” he says.

“Of course, that house technically belongs to me. My great aunt left it specifically in my name before she passed away.” I pointed out. Leaving no room for discussion.

“Fine,” He said in defeat.

“We can only bring someone else in our Den, if we think that person is the one we’re going to spend our life with.” I said.

He seems puzzled at the moment. Rubbing the back of his head.

“Too bad, I won’t be able to bring anyone.” He says.

When he said that, a small smile crept up to my lips. This is rude, but a huge part of me was glad and at the same time, it’s sad to think that he doesn’t have any girls in mind that could make him happy. Blake cancelled the movie I was downloading, and logged in his Netflix account. I pushed him away so that I can choose which movie to watch. He groaned.

“Please don’t choose the sappy movie that you like so much.” He says. I giggled.

I click the adopted movie of ‘To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before’. I giggled as I thought of Peter Kavinsky, how he saved Lara Jean from embarrassing herself in front of Josh.

“Isn’t that the same book you’ve been reading over and over again?” Blake complained.

“Yes,” I giggled.

“I came here to chill with you, not watch a lame movie that will probably bored the f**k out of me.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, “Hey, don’t curse inside my room. You’ll drive luck away from here.” I said.

He sighed, “You and your superstitious beliefs, B. You’re like my  grandma,”

He said he would leave, but he watched the movie with me anyway. I was laying on my left side while he was laying behind me. His elbow prompted to his head, supporting his weight. I can feel his breathing on my neck. It was warm, which makes all of the hair in my body freeze in place. My heart suddenly pumped faster, as if I were running in a race.

“What cologne are you wearing?” He suddenly asked out of nowhere. He was never interested in any cologne I used before. I’m surprised that he’s suddenly interested now.

I turned my head towards him, and I noticed how close he was with me. My back almost touches his chest. “It’s my shampoo. It’s in strawberry flavor. Why? Do I smell like your grandma?” I joke.

Before he could even answer, my door suddenly opened. My sister Betty came in with an annoyed look, but as soon as her eyes landed on us. It widened. She swallowed.

“Blair, There’s someone who wants to talk to you downstairs. You seem to have too many visitors nowadays.” She remarks and sounded like she was my mother and I’m her child.

I rose from my bed and went downstairs to find Harry already seated on our couch in the living room. He’s also wearing a black round shirt, and dark jeans. I can’t help but compare him with Blake. Because B always stands out from the rest without even trying. Harry was holding my book that he borrowed from me 2 days ago during our English Literature Class.

“Hey,” He greets me. 

“Harry,” 

“I came here to return this,” He said, and handed it over to me.

“Oh,” was all I said. I didn’t expect that he would actually bother to come to my house just to return it, when he can just have it return on Monday during English Literature class.

“It’s a good story. Really,” He says.

I smiled. Because someone I know finally likes what I like. Tay, Niana and Blake would find it lame, since they all have different taste when it comes to everything. I don’t even know why I am really friends with them when we don’t have something in common except for family issues.

“I’m glad you like it,” I said. Really pleased that he does like it.

He smiled again. His dimples are getting deeper.

“So, I guess I’ll see you on Monday, Mary Blair.” He says.

My brows rose in confusion. Because nobody really calls me that except for my professors or my father, whenever I do something he doesn’t approve of. I don’t really like being called with my full name, but the way Harry says it. It actually sounds good coming from his mouth.

When he noticed that I was silent and not responding, his smile vanished and was replaced by a worried looked.

“You don’t like being called by your full name, aren’t you?” He says.

I shake my head, “No. I actually kinda like it.”

His cheeks flushed red as if I have embarrassed him in some way.

“I guess I’ll see you at school,” He says.

Slowly turning on his heel and walking towards the door. Then he suddenly turned around as if he had forgotten something.

“Would you mind if I ask for your number?”

He handed over his phone, and I could see his hand was trembling. I have never seen any guy talk to me with that kind of nervosity.

“Of course,” 

I grabbed it and typed my number in his phone. I returned it to him and he smiled at me again. Jeez. This guy keeps smiling. I watched him exit the door before I went back to my room. The movie was on pause, where I left it. Blake was staring at me with a sour look.

“I didn’t know that you and that creep were that close to come here in your house. How did he even know that you live here?” He asked. He sounded like a detective officer interrogating me of my crimes.

“He drove me home last Tuesday, and borrowed my book.” I said, gesturing at the book that I have put back on my shelves.

“What a f*****g lame,” He mutterered under his breath, and he grabbed his car keys from my bed. He went out without saying goodbye.

What is wrong with him?