Page 62 of Devil Within
I’ve barely written any ideas and my brain feels as if it’s been on vacation for the past week.
Lifting my pencil, I make a tiny heart doodle on a scrap page before my phone buzzes on my desk. I check it immediately expecting Hudson’s name to pop up, and then I feel stupid when it’s not him, but a silly Pinterest notification notifying me that there’s now a new makeup hack that I have to try.
I leave my phone back down and turn to my work once again when I see him from the corner of my eye.
It’s Blake Tennyson. Gunmetal blue eyes, Kensington’s hockey team player with rugged dark hair and he occasionally did gigs with his bandHot Mess. I only knew that because a lot of girls talked about him, but I might have had a tiny crush on him once upon a time. And it’s also kind of hot that a guy like him took an interest in Creative Writing classes.
When he catches me looking at him, he stands up and casually makes his way towards me.Just what I wanted, another good looking guy headed my way, I think sarcastically.Sweet Jesus.
“Hey,” he says taking a seat across from me.
He’s in a dark grey t-shirt that sprawls across his well-built chest saying,“Women Rule Planet Earth”(definitely a ploy to get girls to think he’s so thoughtful) and dark jeans that fit him perfectly.
“Hi,” I say, pulling my books back.
He smiles and it’s warm and genuine. “It’s Parker, right?”
I nod. “Yeah, and you’re Blake.”
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “It’s kinda stupid to introduce ourselves when we’re in the same class.”
“I don’t think it’s stupid. It’s the easiest way to get a conversation going.”
He chuckles again, sounding a bit nervous. “That is true. So I was wondering, what are you doing later on?”
Wait, what? Did we just skip basic conversation to that so fast?
“Nothing much,” I tell him neutrally. “What about you?”
“Well, my band’s playing a gig tonight at Ryder’s Bar and I was wondering if you would want to go with me?” He looks at me with a hopeful smile.
“As much as I would love to, I’m sure you have plenty of fans that would love to go with you right here in this classroom,” I tell him.
We both don’t have to look to know that invisible daggers are being thrown at our backs.Yeah, I’d rather not have any more boy drama.
“Exactly,” he whispers. “They’re a little weird and scary and I’ve noticed that you’re the one person that’s not obsessed.”
I give him my best deadpan look. “You’re asking me on a date because I’m not weird and scary?”
He sighs. “No, not only that. Of course, I want to take you because you’re also cute and because you’re my safest option.”
“I’m sorry—”
He grabs my hand. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I don’t want people following me and sending threats if I do go,” I say, pulling my hand back.
“I promise.”
Thoughts of Hudson fill my mind. I really shouldn’t go. I’m not even sure if I want to go.
“I don’t know, Blake.”
“Do you have a boyfriend? Is that why you won’t go with me? We could keep it a secret. It’s just that everyone is bringing someone and I’m not,” he explains. “No strings attached, I promise.”
“Okay.” I give in to him. “I’ll go. On one condition.”
“Sure.” He shrugs. “What is it?”