Page 47 of Capture the Moment
“The answer is still no, Blake”. I grin, opening it back up to the powerpoint of the day.
Blake has been bugging me and Denver for the past hour and a half about whether he could watch me in the changing rooms at the mall and if he and I were going to shop for one another.
I'd originally ignored him but that lasted all of five minutes until he mentioned buying donuts on the way to the mall.
Blake scoffs, resting his head on my shoulder.
“I’ll let you watch me get naked.” He grins cockily, looking up at me with those stunning blue eyes.
Have you ever seen a clear ocean? Not like the ones we have here in Maryland—certainly not like Ocean City. No, I’m talking tropical islands with sand so warm, you feel like you’re in heaven. Blake’s eyes remind me of that type of water. They’re enchanting and freeing andwhat the hell am I talking about?
No. Absolutely not. No boys.No him.
I shrug Blake off of me and focus my attention back on Professor Hawkins. She’s teaching us about atmospheres and feeling’s through images and I’d be lying if I told you I was paying attention.
Those texts from my mom this morning is still weighing me down and I can’t stop zoning out thinking about the one guy who should be far from my mind.
“Did you hear what I said, CJ? I can’t join you guys today, I have to help this guy with something.” Denver’s soft voice startles me for a second. I sigh as I regroup my thoughts and focus on her.
“Huh? What guy?”
Denver rocks on her heels, avoiding eye contact with me. I stiffen as a small smile tugs on her lips. She says, “No one,” before dashing out of the emptying lecture hall and I just know that it’ssomeone.
“Ready for my fashion show, Princess. I will say that pink certainly looks good on you but red is my favorite so…” Blake trails off, his eyes brightening as I roll my own.
Blake is surprisingly silent the entire walk to his car and during the ride to the mall, the only sound to be heard is the soft R&B playing from his playlist.Though it’s unusual, I’m thankful for the silence, it gives me time to mussel over my thoughts.
Like, why would my mom text me out of the blue? It’s been months since Lorelei Smith and I have had any sort of contact with one another. But then she shows up at the school I transferred to, claiming to be a helper in a class she couldn’t care less about…
I don’t buy it.
I’ve seen the post about my mom and that drummer guy from Australia. I’m happy for her, she’s got a new boyfriendagain.
Woopty doo.
But something about her randomly appearing in my life again after not giving a damn about me for so long doesn’t sit right with me.
“Cleo?” a muffled voice calls out to me; the sound is faint to my ears as I try to swat it away.
“Oh my God, I’m going to have to do CPR—don’t move!” Blake nearly shouts, my eyes shoot open at his loud tone and my breath hitches.
He's so close to my face that our noses are touching, my eyes widen, trailing down to his lips, and then back to his eyes. He smiles as if he’snotin my personal bubble and chuckles lightly.
“How’d you sleep, Princess?” Blake muses, backing away from me. I catch my breath once again before scowling at him.
“The rules—”
“Have not been broken, that wasn’t flirting… simplyobserving.”he interjects before scrunching his face. I watch as Blake taps his fingers on the steering wheel and yawns.
Was I asleep?
“Now, we’ve got to be quick. I have a playdate at five.” He’s grinning from ear to ear as he hops out the car, rounding to my side. He pulls open the passenger door, bowing a little and I think my stomach does a backflip at the action. But then it falls in the middle of the flip as I recall his words.
Playdate?
“Like with a girl?” I ask, taking his offered hand as I step out of the Jeep.
“Mhm… themost beautiful girl,” he adds with a little pep in his step.
