Stuck with the schools Bad Boy

Chapter 46

I swallowed down the guilt that was beginning to clump inside my throat like vomit sickness. Even though, Blake had told me he wasn't mad, I still couldn't help but feel guilty. It would have hurt his feelings, finding out that I had lied to him. It made me angry at myself that I could have caused him to feel that way. It wasn't my intention for any of this to happen but it did. My stomach twisted with anxiety as my mind began to replay the events that took place just moments ago. If Blake hadn't of come to me in time, I would have been taken away. Just the mere thought made me want to hurl my guts out. I don't think I realized how dangerous and real this situation with Vince was. He wants me. He wanted to take me away from Blake, and I know that he would do whatever it took to bring me to him. It was sad really, the truth that I couldn't trust anyone now. It was just Blake and I. The two of us. I hated to admit that I loved the sound of that.

I wanted to punch myself for sounding like such a love struck teenager but I couldn't stop thinking about Blake's words, my girl.
He always acted so strong, solid, and tough. Like nothing fazed him, nothing made him feel anything remotely similar to love and care. At some points, he made me believe that. It never came to my attention that he felt anything towards me. In the past, I was aware that he was attracted to me, that he "wanted" me, but could you really blame me for not believing him? Telling someone that you "want" them, is not the words a girl wants to hear, or really, what I wanted to hear from him. To me, "want" isn't meaningful, it's just lust related, attraction and desire. But when he referred to me as my girl, i couldn't help but wonder what it was he actually thought of me as. If he felt the same way I did, if he wanted me to be his, that he loved me too. I was probably looking far to into this, but could you blame me? I was sick of his hot and cold game. The game where he acts like he loves me, he does things that a person would only do out of love and care. Whatever chance he could get, I noticed that he touched me, held me close to him. He thought he could kiss me whenever he wanted too, I suppose I could take half the blame for that as well, I kiss him back every time.

Stupid feelings.

The drive to Blake's house was silent. Neither one of us spoke, or decided to break the silence. I fiddled with my fingers as I listened to the soft music playing on the radio. Glancing outside the window, I lazily watched the cars driving past us. Looking through the outside rear view mirror, my blood instantly ran cold once I noticed a Black van driving closely behind us. The front windows of the van were tinted black, making it impossible to see through. A bad feeling settled into the bottom of my stomach when I couldn't make out who was behind the wheel. I questioned myself if I should tell Blake. We just escaped Brandon who threatened us before he left. Come to think of it, it was almost easy. Too easy. That ugly feeling in the bottom of my stomach only got worse. It was the same feeling I felt before I met with Brandon, which I ignored. I learnt my lesson last time, which was why I wasn't going to ignore this feeling again.

"Blake I think we're being followed" I broke the silence, my eyes still following the vans every move. It was driving closer towards Blake's car now, closer, closer.

Blake didn't respond, he did, however turn his head around to see if I was right. Cursing under his breath, he speed further up the road. Making a sharp turn, he got off the main road before speeding down an exit road. I gulped, gripping onto my seat belt as I felt nauseous. I turned around to see if the van was still following us but to my surprise, it wasn't.

My stomach twisted and sunk with nerves. "Blake there not behind us anymore" I stammered between breaths. Expecting him to answer me, my eye brows furrowed when he did nothing of the sort, but press a string of numbers on a gps system in the car.