A few skids later and we reached a clearing with cedar logs and enormous boulders forming a small clearing.
Blake let his bag fall down on a flat rock below a giant tree with moss climbing up the trunk. The wind shuddered through the branches. I took a deep breath, and the scent of pine and rotting wood filled my nostrils.
Blake took out a flask.
“Please, don’t tell me that’s what I think it is?”
His lips curved. “What? It’s coffee.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I grabbed the silver flask. I knew the difference between a coffee and a whisky flask.
The sip burned down my tongue and throat. I coughed. “You are going to hell, Blake Leaf. Why would you bring this to school?” I shoved the flask back in his hands.
“It’s boring?”
I looked around. Pinecones and acorns scattered over the ground, but apart from that, nothing else was in sight. The woods were too quiet.
“Will you relax?”
I sat down on the big rock as Blake planted his ass on the boulder below the giant tree. The rough ridges and the hard surface pressed into my legs.
“Okay, so what? Why are we here?”
“I told you, I would like to get to know you better.”
“In what way?” I folded my arms to cover my chest.
“Relax,” he said. “Take another sip of my coffee.”
“It’s not coffee. You do not know how grounded I am if my dad finds out about this?”
“He won’t.”
I kept looking around, past trees, to see if guys weren’t hiding behind them. “So, how did you find this place?”
“I told you, school is boring.”
My gaze flickered to him. “How many classes are you skipping?”
“What does it matter?”
“You will not graduate.” I didn’t sum up this guy well at all.
“I’m smart.”
My eyes squinted as I stared at him. “I bet you are?” My gaze flickered behind him to the trees for any late visitors. My heart still stammered, as this was the dumbest decision I’ve ever made.
He can be a serial killer, Elena.
Blake leaned forward and looked in the direction I was staring. “What are you staring at?”
“I don’t know. The principal, I suppose.” I didn’t want to own up to my thoughts.
“Okay, so tell me anything you told no one before?”
“My mother left when I was two.”Why the hell did I tell him that?
“She just left?”
