I was momentarily stunned by the effect his voice and blue eyes had on me, “Um.” I blinked rapidly and looked down to clear my head. “I’ve lived here almost three years, I don’t need to see the sights.”
“Perfect, I don’t get out much other than to come to work, so I do. You can be my tour guide.”
“Blake –”
“Come on, Rachel.”
Not giving me an option, he grabbed onto my arm and began towing me out of the building. I caught sight of Candice and she waved excitedly as she watched us leave.
Why was she smiling? I sure as hell wasn’t smiling, and Blake was practically dragging me away! He could be hauling me off to slaughter me and leave my remains on a pig farm for all she knew, and Candice was just going to sit there and wave like a lunatic? Playground. Love. Over. Best friend card officially revoked.
As soon as we were outside, I yanked my arm free and continued to follow Blake as he made his way off campus. Well, at least he was right about one thing, I couldn’t count this as a date. No way would I wear baggy sweats cut off at my calves and a tight tank on a date.
“Are you still mad?”
I glanced up to see his stupid smirk that I seriously hated right now. “Why would I be mad? I was just dragged out of a building to go walk with a guy I turned down for a date.”
His smirk turned into a full-blown smile, “Still mad.” He confirmed and looked ahead, “Although I always did find your temper adorable, let me know when you’re not.”
Thirty minutes later and I was getting tired of following him around. Tour guide my non-existent ass. He wasn’t looking at anything. He was walking with a purpose and hadn’t looked back at me since he’d asked if I was mad.
“So, this has been awesome and all. Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re mad about?”
“I’m not mad!”
He slowed his pace so he was directly next to me and I was surprised to see him looking at me completely serious. “Yes you are, Rach. If you didn’t want to go on the date on Friday, you would have never agreed, and you wouldn’t be following me right now.” I opened my mouth but he cut me off, “You would have gone back to your dorm and you know it. I was two steps ahead of you the entire time, you could have turned back if you were really mad at me.”
“You didn’t even give me an option to say no!” He raised an eyebrow and I huffed. “All right. Fine. Maybe I am mad.”
“And you’re mad at me.”
“Yeah, Blake, I am.”
“But not because I pulled you out of the building.”
Oh my word, he was so infuriating! “Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s why I’m mad. Are you going to start telling me I’m not hungry either? Since you all of a sudden seem to know me so well?”
He pulled me to a stop and moved to stand directly in front of me, tipping my head back with his fingers, “You’re mad because of the girls around me when you walked in this afternoon.”
“I—”
“And I told you I only see you. I’ll tell you that over and over again until you understand that. They mean nothing, nor do I notice anything other than the fact that they talk like they’re in middle school.”
“I don’t care about them the way you think I do. When I saw it, it just reminded me why I never wanted to go on a date with you in the first place. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“You’re lying, Rachel.” I could smell the mint from his gum and feel his breath on my lips, and suddenly I was wondering if I was lying. There must be something in his gum that puts me in a daze. “It’s fine to admit you were getting jealous. I hate seeing the way Aaron looks at you, and you work with him every day.”
I was so not getting jeal– wait. What?! Aaron’s gay. I leaned away from his nearness and started to tell him when I realized we were on top of a bridge surrounded by a bunch of people just standing there looking toward the side like they were waiting for something. I pointed toward the people, “Uh . . . am I missing something?”
Blake looked a little smug as he glanced at his watch, then the sky. “Nope, give it a couple minutes. We got here just in time.”
Aaron, his sexuality and the fact that Blake gets jealous over my flaming gay friend completely forgotten, I looked at the sky then pulled out my phone to check the time. There was nothing special about the time from what I could tell. As for the sky, it was nearly dusk, and although it was beautiful I didn’t know why that was anything worth noting either. Glancing at the people and the street around us, I turned and saw the street sign and did a double take. We were on Congress Avenue.
“Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!” I started backing up but ended up against Blake’s chest. His arms circled around me, effectively keeping me there. I felt his silent laughter.
“I take it you know about this then. Ever seen it?”
“No, and there’s a reason. I’m terrified of—” Just then, close to a million bats took flight from underneath the bridge. A small shriek escaped my lips and I clamped my hands over my mouth, like my sound would attract the bats to me.
There was nothing silent about his next laugh. Blake tightened his arms around me and I leaned into him more. I’d like to say it was purely because my biggest fear was flying out around me, but I’d be lying if I said his musky cologne, strong arms and chest had nothing to do with it either. This was something I’d wanted for years, and I almost couldn’t believe that I was finally here, in his arms.
I continued to watch in utter horror and slight fascination as the bats that seemed to never end continued to leave the shelter of the bridge and fly out into the slowly darkening sky.
Minutes later, Blake leaned in and put his lips up against my ear. “Was that really so bad?”
Forcing my hand from my mouth, I exhaled shakily and shook my head, “Not as bad as I’d imagined. Doesn’t change the fact that they are ugly and easily the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“But now you can say you’ve faced one of your fears.”
“The biggest.”
“See?” He let go of me and started walking again in the direction we’d come. “You up for a drink?”
I realized I was still shaking so I nodded my head and followed him. “Just one though.”
We walked for well over half an hour while Blake tried to recreate my shriek from seeing the bats and I accused him of doing that with every girl so he’d have an excuse to put his arms around her. The air between us was much more relaxed this time as he asked about life after he’d joined the Air Force. I told him all about the end of middle school and high school, but never once mentioned my parents. I wasn’t sure if he knew about them or not, but there was no point in bringing up that hurt. Besides, if he had known, he hadn’t even come back for the funeral. Just as we were passing the school, Blake slid his hand down my arm and intertwined our fingers.
“Rachel, why did you finally agree to go out with me?”
When I looked up, I was surprised at his somber expression. I would have expected something a little more taunting. “Do you want me to answer that honestly?”
“I’d appreciate it. I’ve asked you out for . . . shit. I don’t know, nine months now? No matter what I say, your answer is always ‘no’. Until last night.”
“Well.” I looked down at the sidewalk passing beneath our feet.
“You can tell me, it’s fine. You never were one to hide your feelings. And your hate for me lately has been a little more than apparent. I’m already expecting the worst.”
“I don’t hate you. I just don’t exactly like you . . . anymore.” I squinted up at him and nudged his side with the arm he still had a firm grip on.
He gave a little grunt with a forced smile.
“Um, Candice is always bugging me for turning you down. She said she would stop if I agreed to one date with you.” I know, I know, I could have made something up that wasn’t so harsh. But I didn’t. If I hadn’t looked back down, I probably would have missed the pause in his step.