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

Chapter 30- Blake's POV

My head started to ache while I came to from this drunken stupor that I found myself in. I groaned and buried myself deeper into my blankets and what felt like a tub underneath it.

I squeezed my eyes tighter and groaned again, feeling exhausted and hungover. I had no idea where I was, but I didn't care, while I tried to get my bearings and get past this stupid headache.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, and I bit back another groan while I buried myself further into the tub and the blankets, praying that whoever was at the door would let me die in peace.

However, my prayers weren't answered, for the person opened the door just a crack, not turning on the light. "Blake?" someone asked, their voice barely above a whisper and standing just outside the door. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," I said while I closed my eyes further and kept my blanket over my head because I did not want anyone to see me like this and did not want to see any light. "Who's there?"

"Bailey," the person said with a small chuckle in their voice. "It's Bailey."

I hesitated and pulled my blanket down just a bit before I opened my eyes to see a blurry figure of Bailey standing there, leaning against the doorframe and surrounded by a little light from what I gathered as the sun. "Oh, hi," I said while I blinked and blinked again, trying to see her clearly but couldn't because my vision didn't want to work. "How are you?"

Bailey shrugged and grimaced. "I've been better," she replied before she cleared her throat and shifted on her feet. "How about yourself? Are you still drunk? Do you know who I am?" She raised an eyebrow in question, and a look of amusement flashed across her face while she stared at me.

I blinked and blinked again, biting back a small frown because I did not like the fact that she wondered if I knew who she was. "What do you mean?" I asked while I raised an eyebrow in question. "You're Bailey."

My Bailey...

I moved a hand through my hair and shook my head, clearing my throat while I pushed that thought away because I had no idea if she thought the same way. "Also, no I am not drunk, but I am a bit hungover. My head hurts a lot."

Bailey bit back a small smile and slowly nodded. "Well, you didn't know who I was last night, which is why I was asking," she said while she shrugged and grimaced. "You didn't want to come back here with me."

I blinked and blinked again while I stared at her. My cheeks grew slightly red, and I cleared my throat and shifted in the tub, feeling very bashful. "Oh," I said while I rubbed the back of my neck, sheepishly. "Did I make a fool out of myself?"

Bailey bit back a small snort and shook her head. "No," she said, biting back a small chuckle. "You didn't make a fool out of yourself, but you did throw up all over your car." She looked at the tub and the blankets, breathing a small sigh of relief as if she had been worried about whatever mess I would leave behind. "You didn't seem to throw up in here, though." She looked at me again.

I bit back a small snort and shifted in the tub before I looked at the pot near me to see that there was a lot of throw up, and my stomach turned. "Yes, but I threw up a lot in the pot," I replied and looked at her again, trying to settle my stomach and not throw up in front of her. "Is my car still a mess?" I asked and raised an eyebrow in question.

She bit back a laugh and nodded in confirmation. "Yes," she said. "You can clean it up later. I don't want to deal with it, and I don't think Trevor wants to do it either." She shrugged and grimaced before she cleared her throat and shifted on her feet.

I bit back a small chuckle and slowly nodded. "True, true," I said. I cleared my throat and shifted in the tub and looked away from her, my cheeks turning red. "I'm sorry that I had forgotten about you, Bay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper before I cleared my throat again. "I didn't mean to."

"It's all good," she said and shook her head, biting back another small chuckle. "I knew that you didn't mean to and thought it was quite funny, to be honest." She cleared her throat and grew serious while she looked at me. "However, do you know why you have me in your phone as "Princess?"" she asked and raised an eyebrow while she changed the subject.

Shit...

My cheeks turned redder, and I looked away from her, cringing. "Ummmm... Well..." I cleared my throat and shifted in the tub some more before I clutched the blankets tighter to my chest. "I just do?" I asked and raised my eyebrows in question. "Why? Do you not like it?"

She shrugged, and her cheeks turned red before she looked away from me. "I don't mind it," she said honestly before she cleared her throat and shifted on her feet, "but I don't know why."

"Because you are a princess to me, Bailey," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, deciding that I should tell her, even though I had no idea what would happen with our relationship after this. "That is why I have you labelled as "princess" in my phone."

"Why?"

"Because I like you," I replied and moved a hand across the back of my neck, feeling very sheepish and nervous, and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow, her cheeks turning a different shade of red, and mine did so as well. "I like like you."

"As in love?" she asked and cocked her head while she studied me with nothing but a blank look on her face and red cheeks, her eyebrow still raised. "Is that what you are trying to say?"

I hesitated again before I nodded in confirmation. "Yes," I replied and cleared my throat before I shifted in the tub some more. My heart pounded hard in my chest and into my throat while I stared at her with wide eyes, praying that I wasn't making some huge mistake in telling her how I felt. "I think I love you, Bailey," I said. "I think I love everything about you and how you are able to hold yourself together even in the face of something that is so trivial, and you are able to do that with a smile. It might be a fake smile, but it is a smile nevertheless."

Bailey stared at me with an amazing poker face that didn't let out any emotion, and I tried to make sure that she was able to see the truth and honesty on my face so that she would know that I wasn't lying or trying to play with her feelings.

I love you, Bay... I thought and bit the inside of my lip and started to chew on it until I tasted blood. Please, tell me that you love me, too...

Finally, Bay smiled and dipped her head closer to her chest, her eyes becoming lighter and filled with such happiness that it took my breath away. "Well, I guess it's a good thing that I think I love you, too, Blake," she said with a small hum in her voice.

My heart skipped a beat before it started to pound faster and harder in my chest and throat. "Really?" I asked and stood, my voice barely above a whisper while I made sure not to hit the pot with throw up. "Do you really mean that? Do you actually think that you love me?"

Bailey laughed and nodded in confirmation. "Yes," she said. "I think that I actually love you, Handsome." She cleared her throat, biting back another laugh before she gestured to the pot and myself. "Now, go ahead and get yourself cleaned up, Handsome," she said, changing the subject. "Breakfast will be ready in a bit."

I breathed a small sigh of relief and slowly nodded before I cleared my throat. "Then can I kiss you?" I asked, and she bit back a small smirk and dipped her head closer to her chest while she looked at me. "Please?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, praying that she would say yes. "I think I want to kiss you."

"Maybe," she said, not giving me a definitive answer. She cleared her throat and looked away before she looked at me again, flashing me a small wink. "However, we will worry about that later. For right now, you need to get yourself cleaned up and get dressed in better clothes that Trevor had brought over from your house."

And with that, she twisted around on her feet and walked away without a single glance back with me staring at her with an opened mouth.

Oh, God, I thought and smiled before I started to do what she told me to do and get myself cleaned up. She is going to be the death of me.

I just know it...