Chapter Six
1775 Words
ELENA
"Elena?" Mr. Whitmore called my name.
"Huh?" I asked making the entire class laughed as I had no idea what he said. I was still trying to decipher Blake's comment from this morning.
"What is the answer?" Mr. Whitmore asked, not looking impressed at all and he looked as if he tried to stare me to sleep.
"Sorry, I had a lot on my mind, didn't sleep well last night," I spoke fast.
"Pay attention, it's going to be in the finals this year."
"Sorry," I spoke again and found Meg's eyes on me. I discovered that was the girl who came to my rescue yesterday's name.
She suppressed her smile. I was sure everyone knew what Blake said to me this morning.
What the hell was wrong with him? I told him yesterday to leave me alone. That in three months my dad was going to move again and I was probably never going to see him again. And he made it twenty times worse, when he told me that, this morning.
"Elena?" Mr. Whitmore asked me again and I closed my eyes really tight.
Not again.
More laughter came.
"Quiet," Mr. Whitmore's voice said.
I opened my eyes slowly and found Blake standing next to Mr. Whitmore. All the girls were drooling over him as he turned around and walked out of the door.
"My classes are important, Mr. Leaf."
"I'm just the messenger. Take it up with the principle." He was really such a bad-boy.
"Principle?" I practically yelled which caused another fit of laughter.
Blake smiled as he walked out of the classroom.
I picked up my bag as Mr. Whitmore held out my note. Why did the principal have to send it with Blake? I'd never been to the principle's office before. Was Dad okay?
My mind reeled with possible scenarios when I took the note out of Mr. Whitmore's hand and walked out the door.
I'd had been once to the office. I knew more or less where it was.
I jumped when the door of the classroom behind me clicked and Blake's laughter came softly from the wall.
He was leaning against the wall like a Greek Adonis.
"It's not funny. I still need to figure out where his office is?"
"Relax, would you," he grabbed the note out of my hand, rolled it up into a ball, and aimed for the trash can a few feet away from us against the opposite wall.
It went in. Was there anything this guy couldn't do?
"Why would you do that?" I asked as I saw him picking up his backpack too and walked fast to the doors of the school.
"The principle isn't looking for you, okay. Let's go."
I stopped as he carried on walking.
"If you are not going to hurry, the principle will find you, Elena."
I didn't know why I ran to catch up with him. What was this i***t getting me into?
He pushed the school doors opened that had to be locked and stepped outside.
I followed him, basically running behind him.
"That was you?" I grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side of the building as we made it out. "You trying to get me into s**t?" I was fuming.
"I told you I like hanging out with you."
"I don't care. I don't do crap like this, Blake. Seriously. If my dad finds out about this, finds out about you, he would ground me for life."
Blake just chuckled.
"It's not funny."
"It's a little bit funny?" He showed with his two fingers apart.
"No, it's not. Your parent might be lenient, but mine isn't."
"Oh, mine beats the living crap out of me." He mumbled.
"Exactly...what?"
He laughed again. "Just joking. Let's go."
He walked with huge strides. His backpack was over his shoulder too. I should've gone back. But for the love of blueberries, I couldn't. I really, really wanted to know what the deal was with this guy.
He could have anyone in this school, including Chloey Bishop, but for some reason he chose me. Why?
***
We walked to the nearby forest and my heart seriously was skipping a beat.
"Are you planning on killing me?" I asked.
He stopped and turned around, frowning at me. "What?"
"Where are you taking me, Blake?"
"The woods, Elena. I happened to love the trees."
"I'm telling you now. If you have any funny ideas in that mind of yours."
He started to laugh. "Relax, will you. It's just trees, Elena."
"I told you, I've never done this before."
"What, go to the woods?"
"No, skipping class with a guy I barely knew."
"Well, I told you I would like to fix that."
"You have no idea the amount of s**t we are going to be in when we get caught?"
"Relax, nobody will catch us."
"Was the famous last words of anyone before they got caught."
He chuckled again and carried on walking.
Everything in my being was yelling at me to turn around and go back to school, but like I said before, he was a magnet and pulled me right in, so I followed once more.
We walked a bit further into the woods and in my mind's eye, I could see the guy that greeted me this morning, waiting somewhere with a few of this i***t's friends.
Why was I doing this to myself? I was more clever than this. My dad didn't raise an i***t and yet, I found myself alone in the woods with hotness on legs.
Blake put his bag down and took out a flask.
"Please, don't tell me that is what I think it is?"
His lips curved. "What? It's coffee."
"Yeah, whatever," I said and grabbed the silver flask that was some sort of an alcohol flask. I knew the difference between a coffee and a whisky flask.
I took a sip as the liquid burned down my tongue and throat and started to cough.
"You are going to hell, Blake Leaf. Why would you bring this even to school?"
"It's boring?"
I looked around. There wasn't anyone else but the two of us insight.
"Okay, so what? Why are we here?"
"Would you relax? I told you, I would like to get to know you better."
"In what way?" I stood with folded arms.
"Relax, Elena," he said. "Take another sip of my coffee." He mumbled something softly and I sighed.
"It's not coffee. You have no idea how grounded I am if my dad is going to find out about this?"
"He won't. Take a seat."
I took the seat by one of the boulders that were near the tree that he sat against. "So how did you found this place?"
"I told you before, school is boring."
"How many classes are you skipping?" I sounded like his mother.
"A few, what does it matter?"
"You are not going to graduate?" I said and started to chuckle as I clearly didn't sum up this guy well at all.
"I told you before. I'm smart."
"I bet you are?" I squinted at him and kept looking past the trees for any late visitors. My heart still stammered as this was the dumbest decision I've ever made. He could seriously be a serial killer, Elena.
"What are you staring at?"
"I don't know. The principle I suppose." I didn't want to own up to my real thoughts.
He chuckled again.
"Okay, so tell me anything you never told anyone before?" He blurted out.
"Okay, my mother left when I was two."
"She just left?" He frowned.
"Yes, my dad doesn't like speaking about her. Now you." My eyes darted past the trees again.
"I'm not from here," he said.
"Not a difficult one, Freud."
His lips curved as he lifts up his bum and took out a packet of cigarettes too.
He lit up one.
"Of course you smoke too. My dad is so going to kill me." I spoke that statement to myself.
"Relax, your dad will be happy when he meets me. I'm actually great with Dads."
"Sure you are. I figured you would be excellent at winning over moms."
"Too bad that we would never find out now."
I squinted at him. "Haha. So where are you from?"
"The other side of the wall?"
"What wall?"
"The wall that this side doesn't know about?"
"Are you smoking weed too." I was way too serious and he laughed.
"Relax, I'm only pulling your leg. I'm sure if I tell you that I'm a dragon you would believe that too."
"A what?"
He laughed. He was so weird. Beautiful but weird.
"I'm from a small town called Tith."
"Tith? Where is that?"
"Opposite side from here?"
"In Boston?"
"You've been?"
"No, not really, but I'm sure it's on my dad's to do list."
He chuckled again.
"Do you miss it?"
"I do. My sister and mother is still there, and for some odd reason I do not know, I really miss my sister. You will like her, you are more or less the same age as her."
"You have a sister?" I smiled starting to feel a bit at ease.
"I do. Her name is Samantha. We call her Sammy."
"So, why are they not with you?"
"My dad?"
"Oh, man. They divorced and what, he got you and your mom got her."
He laughed again. "Something like that, but not entirely."
"Explain it then?"
"My Dad begged me to come with him. He is here for a few months too, so I decided to come with him."
"Your mother was okay with that?"
"Yes, she trusts my father."
"You really are odd, Blake Leaf."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because the families I get to know are usually the opposite. They do not let their children out of their sight."
"So they don't trust their children."
"No," I shook my head with laughter. "And I'm sure you could guess why, if they do s**t like this."
"Oh, c'mon. It's nice. I don't care what you say." He took another drag of his cigarette.
"You need to explain something to me. Why me? I mean Chloey is seriously throwing heavy dinamite at you, and yet you go with the person that is showing you the least."
He shrugged.
"I need a better answer than just a lift from your shoulders."
"I told you, I like hanging out of with you. Why is it so hard for you to understand?"
"Because you look like that and I look like this."
"Just when I was starting to like you, Elena you had to say that."
"I'm sorry, but it's the truth. Really, it's not easy to believe that there is another side of the wall if you look like that, Blake."
He laughed again. He mumbled something about his father and he killed his cigarette on the ground.
"Elena, I like you a lot. Does there have to be any other reason out there to spend some time with you?"
I had no idea what to say so I took a deep breathe which he found funny too.
"Do I make you nervous."
"Very and I can't believe I'm skipping art for this, Blake."
My father was so going to kill me, but for some reason, Blake found my skipping art comment hilarious too.
For the love of blueberries, this guy is going to become the end of me in two months from now.
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