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I panicked when I heard a tapping sound on my window, and when I rushed over to my window, I saw Blake's piercing eyes staring at me through the dark. My heart was racing as I quickly opened the curtains, and then the window so he could come in.
As I went to lock my door, I asked him, "What are you doing here?" He had caught me off guard, as I wasn't expecting him to show up unannounced since he didn't come an hour ago.
"I wanted to see you," he replied with a charming grin.
"Don't you want to know more about me? I mean, you did just ask me out randomly and I don't even know much about you either." His words were smooth and flirtatious, and I couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement.
I couldn't deny that I was intrigued by him. He was handsome, confident, and seemed to have a magnetic energy that drew me in.
"Okay, you have a point," I said, trying to play it cool. "But you could have at least called first."
"I know, I'm sorry," he said, sitting down on my bed and making himself comfortable.
"But I just couldn't wait to see you again." I rolled my eyes at his boldness, but secretly found it endearing.
"Hey! Take off your shoes first," I scolded, trying to hide my smile. He chuckled and kicked off his shoes, then lay down on the bed. I joined him, lying on my side and facing him.
He watched me with an intense gaze, and I felt my cheeks flush with heat.
"What?" I asked, feeling a little self-conscious.
"Nothing," he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're just so beautiful." I flutter in my stomach at his words, and leaned in a little closer. Our faces were only inches apart now, and I could feel his breath on my skin.
"And what else do you like about me?" I asked, feeling daring. He grinned, his eyes sparkling.
"Well, let's just say that I'm looking forward to finding out." "
You are such a pervert." I say in a humorous way.
"You know you like it when I tease you." He winks at me and I awkwardly smile and look away.
"So what do you like to do Blake?" I ask trying to change the subject. He looks a little taken back by the fact that I said his name but he answers the question.
"I like to play games and I love music." He takes a deep breath before continuing.
"I like to keep busy and if I'm not at school I like to hang out with my friends." He smiles, and I continue to stare at him. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.
"What about you? What do you like to do?"
"I like to hang out with my cats. I don't really have friends like you. I guess I'm a bit jealous now that I think about it." I say looking down. He pulls my chin up so he can see my face and brings me closer.
"You're so cute when you're flustered. I really want to kiss you right now. Can I?" He asks staring into my eyes deeply.
"I- Um I-" We hear a knock at the door and he quickly lets go of my face.
I get up and open the door and see my sister standing there. She quickly looks into the room and locks eyes with Blake.
"Who's that?" She asks staring at him a little too much. I block her view of him and just reply "My friend."
"Your friend is cute. Does he have a girlfriend?" She asks biting her lip. I mentally cringe when I see Blake bite his lip back.
"No but we're talking right now." I say. I can feel the jealousy getting to me. Blake's supposed to be my boyfriend I know she can see that I'm obviously trying to get her to leave. She's just being a bitch. She tries to come in but I stop her. She stares at me before opening her mouth.
"Hey! Can I have your number?" She asks him, her voice full of need. I feel my body stiffen and his eyes shoot daggers at me.
"Is that okay Catherine? She's your sister." He starts staring at her, looking at her up and down. I shoot him a glance and he pretends he doesn't see me. He gets off from my bed, approaches my fucking sister and puts his number in her phone. All while I'm standing here about to cry again over a boy that just told me a few seconds ago that I was beautiful.
I waited until they were done and she left. I closed the door and he went back on my bed.
"Why'd you do that? You know I like you. It's so obvious she wants you." I say already feeling my gut tighten.
"I told you before. I'm not going to stay celibate when we're not even dating. If I wanna fuck then I wanna fuck." He said dismissively.
I sat on my bed and felt my stomach get tighter and my tears started brewing.
"Soo...are we going to continue talking?" He asked trying to see my face. I covered it with my hands and wiped off my stray tears. Why do I always cry? I'm such a fucking crybaby.
"No. I want you to go. I'm tired and we have school tomorrow so it would be best." He looked sad but he just shrugged and said "okay".
He left and I sat on my bed. We had only really known each other for like 3 days and yet he was not what I expected. I thought he would be kind and try to make me feel comfortable but all he's been doing is making me cry over and over and over again.
Why is he such a dick?
*The Next Day*
I saw him with Tiffany. Flirting, smirking at her, calling her "beautiful". It was all the same things he had done and told me yesterday and the days before that. He was trying to get into my pants and hers as well. I had known that for a while but I tried to pretend I could bypass that aspect of him but I guess he had finally won.
I was going to give him what he wanted. Maybe if I gave it to him he would like me or at least enough to want to be my boyfriend.
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