Blake's POV
I knocked on the door, waiting for her to come out. I'm glad she agreed to come along with me and be my date even if I had to bribe her.
I just wanted Rebecca to stay away from me at the party. I didn't even want to go but I knew my parents would somehow force me to go.
Though, I was happy now since I had a company with me.
A beautiful one, I might add.
On cue, the door opened but Amy stood there. I frowned.
"Aren't you supposed to be on your date with Luke?" I asked.
"Good evening to you too, Blake. How are you doing? I'm fine, thank you. How about you?" She said with a sarcastic smile and then, rolled her eyes.
"Remind me again, why does Luke like you?" I asked, arrogantly.
"Loves. Luke loves me. Now get your ass in." She opened the door for me to walk in.
I walked in and took a good look around. She has a pretty home. Nice wooden floors, a perfectly set kitchen and a beautiful fridge. Also so a beautiful Evelyn with curves at all right places and an amazing a-
Wait, what?
I looked up and and Evelyn coming down with a purse and a smile on her face, which was for Amy by the way.
She was looking amazingly gorgeous in that black dress. Her hair were curled and loosened on her shoulders. Her shiny eyes were looking even more bold and her naturally pink lips now had a coat of red.
I wonder how they taste-
WHAT THE FREAKING HELL I'M THINKING ABOUT?
more over
WHY THE HELL I'M THINKING ABOUT KISSING HER?!
Well, the thought doesn't seem that bad though.
SHUT UP!
"Blake?" I heard her sweet voice calling me. I looked up and saw her staring at me with a quite annoyed look, I may say.
"Um...yeah?" I choked out.
"Shall we go now? We have to come back quick."
"Um..uh..yeah...sure." I stumbled upon my words. Amy let out a giggled, smirking towards me.
Guess she knows.
Evelyn however was clueless.
"Bye Amy."
••••
Evelyn's POV
To be honest, I'm upset.
He didn't even look at me or say that I look nice. I was really looking for a compliment.
I guess he's blind.
Yeah.
Totally.
Loud music could be heard from the outside of the house. I sighed and started to go inside. Just then I felt sparks flying through my body. I looked beside me and saw Blake placing his hand on my waist.
But wait.
"No touching." I shoved his hand, glaring at me. He glared back and caught my waist, tightly and pulled me to him with a jerk. I let out a squeal as I held on him for my dear life.
He smirked and took me in. I huffed and followed like a lost puppy.
As we stepped in, a blonde haired guy approached and smirked.
"I see you finally came, Blake. And who this gorgeous lady be?" He said looking at me. I felt Blake's hold tightened on me.
"She's my date." He said. The smirk fell off of his face but then came back again.
"Oh well then. I'm Noah. If you ever get tired of this man, you can always call me." He said in a flirty tone. I looked at him in eyes, dead serious.
"I'm pretty sure that won't be needed. Now take your ass and yourself to somewhere else." I dismissed him, looking away. I heard Blake chuckle.
"You hear her, Noah. Leave." He said. The guy went away with a slightly disappointed face but then I saw him flirting with others.
"Guys." I muttered with a sigh. Blake cocked an eyebrow at me. Then I remembered. I shoved his hand and glared at him. "We agreed on no touching, remember? One more time you do something like that and I'll be leaving." He sighed and kept a distance between us, giving me a sarcastic smile.
"Blake!??!" A voice squealed. I looked and saw the bitch coming here. I let out a weary sigh and gave her a fake smile. Looking at me, she stopped in her tracks. "What are you doing here?"
"She's my date, Rebecca." Blake answered for me. Her expressions immediately turned into anger.
"Oh. Is that so?" She raised an eyebrow at me. Blake nodded. "Well, then, you won't mind if I take your date for a little dance, would ya? Thank you." With that she pulled him with her, ignoring his protests.
I walked to the bar and ordered myself a soda, which hopefully won't be spiked.
••••
"Evelyn!" I heard someone shout. I turned and saw Blake stumbling towards me.
Is he drunk?
He better not be.
"Oh my lovely Evelyn!" He hugged me, which was by the way a little unexpected.
Okay, a lot unexpected.
"Oh my! I missed you baby." He said, tightening his grip on me. I wanted to hug him back but decided not to.
"You're drunk." And you don't mean anything you say right now.
"No baby, Rebecca forced me to drink." He said in my hair, sighing. He then pulled back and held my hand, pulling me to the dance floor.
"Blake stop!" He stopped and turned. I took my hand back. "No touching, got it? Drunk or not."
"Oh come on! This is pure torture. How can I keep my hands off of you when you look so hot in this dress?" He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me into his chest, making me blush. His lips grazed my jaw and the my neck.
"Blake s-stop." I pulled back, placing my hands on his chest to maintain distance. His eyes softened as he looked at me. "It's better if we go home now." With that we walked out.
••••
I parked the car in front of my house and got out. But then, I remembered.
"How will you go home now? You're drunk." I asked him but saw him already passed out in the front seat. I sighed and opened the door, pulling him out.
"Evelyn?" He asked in his sleep.
"Yes, it's me. And I would really appreciate if you could maybe walk by yourselves in my house. You're too fat for me." I said annoyingly. He draped his arm on my shoulders and stumbled inside.
As soon as he saw the couch, he flopped on it and passed out.
This time, really passed out.
I brought a pillow and a blanket from upstairs and put it on him. I adjusted the pillow under his head and walked to my room.
Never going to a party with him again.
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