The Art of Still Pretending

Twenty

Blair POV.
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   Jake and I have been great. We've been, well us. But great.

   We talk everyday, hangout almost all the time. I mean, we still argue twenty four seven. But it's usually me picking the fights.

   He does a really good job at shutting me up though. Kissing, definitely is the best solution to keep a girl quiet. But we've been whatever we are for almost a month since that one night.

   And I'm starting to really like him, a lot. Not that I would ever tell him that, I'm waiting for him to tell me it again. Then I'll tell him. It's only fair.

   I've just walked out of class, and texted Natalie asking where she was. She was supposed to drive me home, since my car is in the shop. 

   My class is running a lot later than I thought, sorry- N

   "Hello my lover." I feel an arm around my shoulder. I don't need to see the person to know who it is.

   "Noah," I turn and smile.

   My relationship with Noah has gone back to being completely normal. Believe it or not, Noah met someone.

   Well, I guess not met. Because he's known her for awhile...

   But him and Emma have a thing going on. And I am all for it. I love Emma, and I love Noah. So they're perfect for each other.

   "Get off my..." My heart beats faster when I hear his voice, Jake.

   "Off your what Jake?"  Noah narrows his eyes at him.

   "Yea Jake, finish that sentence." Blake smirks. I turn and raise an eyebrow at him, waiting to see his response.

   "Not you too," he groans. Noah removes his arm from my shoulder and I walk towards Jake.

   "Come on Jakey," I smirk. "Finish your sentence."

   Jake and I have not necessarily put a label on us. We know it's an us, everyone knows it's an us. But we just don't know what us is.

   We don't necessarily act like we're dating though, at least I don't think so. Natalie says we act like an old married couple. Blake says we act like five year olds.

   "Off my friend." He says shooting me a wink and ruffling my hair. I give him a scowl. One, he knows I don't like when he messes up my hair. Two, he knows I don't like when he calls me his friend.

   Two can play that game. "Ok, friend." I give him an innocent smile. "So, what are you guys doing this weekend?" I ask. Blake and Noah give me their replies skeptically and ask me. "Well, I'm going on a date." I lie.

   Jake looks at me amused. "And where are we going on this date?" He asks.

   "We?" I fain shock. "We are not going on a date, my friend. I am going on a date."

   I can see the jealousy flash in his eyes.  "Yea, no you aren't."

   "Yes I am, friend."

   "Stop calling me friend."

   "You called me friend first."

   "Don't call me that Blair."

   "Ok, dude."

   "Dude."

   "Don't call me dude." I say crossing my arms.

   "Why not?"

   "Because I'm not a dude."

   "Well I'm not a friend."

   "You called me a friend first!" I argue.

   "Well I take it back."

   "Then what am I?" Ahhha I got him.
Now he has to answer the million dollar question.

   "What am I to you, Blair? Why don't you answer that first." Fuck. Why didn't I think that this could turn around on me?

   "You're my boy..." I look around to see the three boys with amused expressions. "Space friend. You're my boy space friend."

   "You just called me a friend again."

   "No you're my boy space friend. There's a difference."

   "Yea, and what's the difference?"

   I groan, "Blake and Noah are my male friends. You're my boy space friend."

   I can tell that I have satisfied him, by the smile on his face. The one with the two dimples. "And how thin is the space?"

   "A decent thin size."

   "I don't like you."

   "Mmhmm." He rolls his eyes and puts his arm around me.

   "You're a pain in my ass. Have I ever told you that?"

   I roll my eyes, "you seem to tell me that a lot."

   "Where's Nat?" Blake chimes in.

   "Her class is running late." I say.

   "How are you getting home?" Blake asks.

   Before I can respond, Jake chimes in. "I can take you."

   "Are you sure?"

   He kisses my head and nods. I text Natalie, once I'm in Jake's car.

   Jake is giving me a ride- B

   Ok, perfect. I have to do some stuff after class so I won't be home until late.-N

   "Natalie won't be back until late." I tell Jake. Why am I giving him this information? No clue.

   He looks at me and smirks. "Oh, yea? So we'll have the place to ourselves?"

   My cheeks flush red. I am not an innocent girl, as you know.

   But for some reason, Jake and I have not done anything but kiss. Why? I don't know. I'm usually a smooth dude, If I do say so myself...

   But Jake gets me nervous. Not, in a bad way. But like, I can't explain it. I'm just nervous he won't like whatever I do, or we do. So I'm just scared of making the first move. Plus, he's hasn't made it either.

   "You're face is getting red Blair. What are you thinking about?" I could lie, say I'm just warm. But, I wouldn't be me if I did.

   "Just inappropriate things."

   He turns his head and smirks at me again. "And what kind of inappropriate things?" He asks, probably not thinking I'd give him an answer. Especially a dirty one. But, once again, I wouldn't be me if I didn't.

   "I'm thinking about us being alone in my apartment. And I'm thinking about me walking into my apartment, then getting naked. And then since, I have such a wild imagination, I'm thinking you'd get naked too. I would then tie my hair up, maybe get on my..."

   Jake clears his throat. I turn my head and examined him. "Your leg is bouncing." I point out. He turns his head and looks at me. All of his playfulness is gone, and replaced with a lustful gaze.

   "You are one inappropriate girl."

   "I wasn't even close to the good part." I smirk at him.

   He groans and turns forward. "Well you'll have to save it, because I'm afraid I might get distracted by my own thoughts and crash the car."

   "Can I finish my story at my place?" I ask innocently.

   "Sweetheart, I'll do you one better and let you act it out."

   I bite my lip and don't reply. Could this car ride be any slower?

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