My flaring cheeks and dose of goosebumps made me remember the other day when he mentioned he was in a band. I thought little about it, but this was a record signing level. A few guys knocked on tables the same time Blake knocked on his guitar.
His voice cut into my soul and melted my heart. It was as if I heard it before, like someone wrote it in my heart. He was seriously great at strumming the guitar.
The blond next to me touched my arm slightly, pulling me up.
What was he doing?
He led me toward Blake, and my heart felt as if it was going to bounce right out of my chest as he took me closer to him.
I stopped right in front of him and just looked at him, trying not to look impressed, but I was. My arms folded around my chest.
His lips curved into a smile as he sang, and the jocks moved into a circle around us, still clapping to the beat.
The entire cafeteria was clapping now. It gave me goosebumps.
My lips curved into a smile, probably showing my dimples, and I hated that my body failed me so badly, especially in this situation.
Blake’s voice carried that strain, and another dose of goosebumps sprawled over my skin. I’d never been this humiliated in such a beautiful way.
The song finally ended, and my heart pounded behind my ribs.
Everyone cheered as Blake just smiled at me, and I raised my eyebrows at him.
I took a steady breath. “You are crazy, you know that?”
“Crazy about you, come on? We’ll deal in two months when it comes,” he said, using a softer tone.
“Blake Leaf!” the drama club teacher said.
“Oh, shit!” Blake rushed out of the cafeteria with his guitar. Everyone hollered their laughter. I grinned like an idiot, remembering what he said about joining this year’s school play.
“Where did he go?” the teacher asked, as she just missed him disappearing through a throng of people.
She looked at me. “It was the new student, right?”
“I don’t know, Ms. Taylor,” I said and walked back to my table, but not before I saw the murderous glare Chloë threw my way.
I smiled. I couldn’t help it.
The bell rang as I grabbed my half eaten lunch and pushed it in my bag. I was on cloud nine. A part of me wished he grabbed my arm and ran away with him, as I hadn’t given him my answer yet.
I knew ignoring him would not be possible anymore. It was already impossible before that song, but now it was a fact.
I prayed he would stay true to dealing with this in two months from now.
I couldn’t getrecess and that song out of my head.
One girl that spoke earlier about the angelic voice they heard this morning coming from the band room was Blake rehearsing the song with the four backup boys.
For the love of blueberries, I was head over ass in love with Blake. No one has ever done anything like that for me.
In class, the lecturer still babbled about the importance the Greeks played in our English Language today. Three of the girls sitting nearby stared at me with curves at the end of their lips. A few guys kept looking back in my direction, too. It was not because of yesterday’s shit-face comment from Chloë anymore. They all knew now that I held the affection of the hottest and smoothest guy at Falmouth High.
I couldn’t stop grinning. My palms were still sweating every time I thought about Blake’s voice, that song, and how damn hot he was. Why me? He could have anyone.
The corner of my eye caught a figure downstairs on the school grounds. We were two stories up, and I looked out the window next to me. My pulse immediately elevated when I saw Blake.
This guy was going to get caught the way he drew attention to himself, waving his arms and jumping up and down.
