The Nerd and the Jock (1st bk of Nerd Series)

Chapter 29- Bailey's POV

I stopped in front of the bathroom that he was supposed to be in, and took a deep breath before I released it with a small whoosh. I cleared my throat and knocked on the bathroom door, and a small groan answered my knock followed by a soft yet subtle thud. "Blake?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, and my heart skipped a beat before it pounded in my chest. "Are you in there?"

"Yes," he said before there was another groan and another subtle thud. "You can come in, whoever you are. What do you want? Where am I?"

I opened the bathroom door and bit back a small smile while I stared at the dark figure slouched in the bathtub with a blanket covering his head, even though there was no other light in there. "I wanted to check on you, Blake," I said. "You are at my house."

Blake moved the blanket a little and peeked at me from behind it. "Trevor said that I was at Bailey's house. Is that true?"

I bit back a small smile and nodded. "You are," I confirmed before I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet. "It's my house."

He blinked and blinked again. "But you aren't Bailey," he said, and I bit back a small snort and rolled my eyes. He cocked his head and studied me, looking innocent. "Are you?"

"You are an amusing drunk, Blake," I said and leaned against the door frame, and he scowled and narrowed his eyes, but he didn't say a word while he looked at me.

I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet before I tapped my arm with another finger. "Yes, I am Bailey."

"My Bailey?" he asked, and my cheeks turned red while I blushed and looked away from him.

"Umm..." I cleared my throat and shifted my feet, my cheeks turning a different shade of red, feeling slightly uncomfortable and nervous about him calling me his Bailey. I shrugged and grimaced. "I don't know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked and cocked his head. "Why do you not know?" he asked. He furrowed his brows and cocked his head further while he studied me. "Shouldn't you know?"

I shrugged and grimaced before I shook my head. "Because you never suggested something," I replied hesitantly, choosing my words carefully. "I don't know what is going on between us other than us apparently crushing on each other."

"Oh," he said and nodded. "Would you be my girlfriend then?" he asked, and my cheeks turned redder, and I ducked my head closer to my chest.

"Ask me when you aren't drunk," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet while I looked at him. "Then I will answer."

"Why won't you answer now?" he asked and cocked his head. "Can't you answer now?"

I sighed before I shook my head no. "I can't," I said.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't know if what you are saying is true or not," I replied hesitantly while I cleared my throat again. "I don't want to say something and then have my heart broken when it's not true."

Blake blinked and blinked again while he stared at me, his face a mask and looking a little green. He didn't say a word while he cocked his head and continued to stare at me.

I bit the inside of my lip and ducked my head closer to my chest, not able to hold his gaze any longer. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, before I cleared my throat and shifted on my feet. "I didn't mean to say it like that."

Instantly, Blake shook his head no and cleared his throat. "Don't," he said, his voice also barely above a whisper. "Don't apologize. It's ok. I understand."

He paused and shrugged while he grimaced. "Even though I am drunk, and I am pretty sure that I will not remember this conversation when I wake up again and am sober."

I bit back a small sigh before I slowly nodded and cleared my throat, biting back a small chuckle. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" I asked, changing the subject while I raised my eyebrow in question. I blushed and cleared my throat again while I shifted on my feet some more. "Like in the bathroom, or do you want me to help you into a room?"

Blake nodded and closed his eyes while he leaned his head on the wall with a soft thud. "I think I will stay in the bathroom tonight," he said before he yawned and buried himself deeper into the tub. "I think it might be for the best because I feel sick."

I bit back a small chuckle while I slowly nodded. "Ok," I said. "Do you want a pillow and another blanket?" I asked while I raised an eyebrow in question.

"This blanket is fine," Blake said while he shook his head and opened his eyes so that he could look at me again. "I don't want to get anything s-"

"There is a thing called a washer and dryer," I said with a small laugh while I shook my head, interrupting him. "I've had to deal with throwing up from the kids, so it won't be the first time, nor will it be the last."

"But I am older than they are," he whined. "It'll smell worse because it'll be smelling like liquor and stuff." He closed his eyes and yawned. "If I do throw up, then let me deal with it when I wake up and am not as drunk as I am right now. Is my sister safe?"

"Yes, she is asleep in Mimi's room," I confirmed, nodding. "She's been asleep for a while."

"Good." He yawned again. "Then, can you get me another blanket and a pillow?" he asked while he raised an eyebrow in question, looking at me. "And maybe a pot?" He paused and cleared his throat, his cheeks turning red. "Please?"

I bit back a small laugh while I slowly nodded. "Of course," I said. "I will be right back with your pot, blanket, and a pillow. After that you will get some sleep. Ok?" I raised and eyebrow in question, and he slowly nodded.

"Yes," he said. "Thank you, Friend. I love you."

My cheeks turned slightly red when he said that, and my heart skipped a beat. I grabbed the door tighter and cleared my throat while I shifted on my feet. "I'll be right back."

And without answering him, I turned around and left my cheeks turning a darker shade of red.

I think I love you, too, Blake, I silently said while I played with the edge of my shirt, biting back a small grin. I think I love you too...