He knew my name too.
“Hey.” My eyebrow raised at the blond that grinned. “Why are you sitting here?” I tried hard not to let my voice give my fear away. I glanced at his hands. He had nothing in them.
“It’s a free country, the last time I checked.”
“Yeah, but why here, at this specific table with me?” I made it clearer. I basically just wanted to know what he wanted so that they could leave because they made me uncomfortable.
He shrugged as he stared at me with hooded eyes.
My eyes skidded over to a jock that stood up from the cheerleader’s table. “One, two, three.”
All the jocks sitting at different tables stood up, including the two sitting at mine.
What the hell is this?
They tapped a rhythmic beat on tables.
I only saw the speakers inside the cafeteria when a guitar sound echoed through the cafeteria. An angelic voice sang one of Dad’s favorite bands,Be with Youfrom Mr. Big. He changed the words slightly.
Hold on little girl, tell me what she said to you.
Stand up, little girl, a rotten lie can be that bad.
When it’s true, it’s true.
Fate has brought me close to you.
The jocks clapped to the rhythm, dancing slowly in steps on one spot. Everyone that owned a phone held it up to record whatever was busy happening.
I froze as Blake walked into the cafeteria with the guitar in his hand and four guys that had been serenading to girls the entire week behind him.
He looked straight at me as he sang the words of this song.
Oh, crap!
My heart pounded as heat rolled off me in waves.
He’s not doing this.
The four choir boys sang and Blake took the lead singer’s lines, singing his heart out. It gave me goosebumps, and I sucked in my lips not to show him how I really felt inside.
He replaced thelittle boyswithlittle girlsthat talked too much.
I flinched, only imagining how much that one hurt.
My stomach somersaulted. Why me?
I swallowed hard, trying to push the tears away. Dad was going to skin him alive if he found out about this.
Blake made singing look effortless.
Everyone’s eyes flickered between Blake singing and me staring at him.
They all probably wondered why the hell was this guy throwing everything he owned and why was I being so difficult.
My arms and legs trembled as the song carried on.
He didn’t come close to the table and stood in the middle of the cafeteria, strumming the guitar beautifully, while one of the choir boys shook a tambourine, and the jocks clapped the steady beat to this song at tables around the cafeteria.
