“My dad begged me to come with him. He is here for a few months too, so I came.”
“Your mother was okay with that?”
“Yes, she trusts my father.”
“You are odd, Blake Leaf.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because the families I get to know are the opposite. They do not let their children out of their sight.”
“They don’t trust their children?”
“No.” I shook my head as laughter bubbled out of me. “And I’m sure you can guess why if they pull crap like this.”
“Oh, come on. It’s nice. I don’t care what you say.” He took another drag from his cigarette. He even made that look hot.
“You need to explain something to me. Why me? I mean, Chloë is throwing heavy dynamite at you, and yet you go with the person who is showing you the least.”
He shrugged.
“I need a better answer than just a lift from your shoulders.”
“I told you, I enjoy hanging out with you. Why is it so hard for you to understand?”
“Because you look like that, and I look like this.”
His expression slacked. “Just when I liked you, you had to say that.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. It’s easy to believe that there is another side of the wall if you look like that.”
Stop speaking. You sound like an idiot.
His lips fanned into a huge grin. He mumbled something about his father, killing his cigarette on the ground.
“Elena, I like you a lot. Does there have to be any other reason to spend some time with you?”
I did not know what to say, so I took a deep breath, which he found funny.
“Do I make you nervous?”
“Very, and I can’t believe I’m skipping art for this.”
My father was going to kill me, but Blake found my skipping art comment also hilarious.
For the love of blueberries, this guy would be the end of me two months from now.
7
BLAKE
Elena was a goody two shoes. Lucian would love her. I was apprehensive about the rest of Paegeia when this sort of news became public. They were going to force Paegeia down her throat. That was for sure.
“What is your favorite color?” I asked, as her floral scent still caressed my nose. She smelled fantastic and just perfect. Not too strong and not to sweet. Just somewhere in the middle—perfect.
“Green,” she said and looked around.
“Green?”
