UNEXPECTED

Finishing the damn english project

Valentina's p.o.v.

It was early Saturday morning, and I was over at Blake's house. She picked me up and basically forced me to come over.

Every time I was around her, I was always nervous. Now I was sitting on top of her bed in her almost full black room, sitting next beside her.

We were finishing up the project finally since its due this Monday. I was finally glad, she decided to do her part.

I looked at her drawing some pictures for the project. She was really creative. She told me about her dreams to take over her father's tattoo studio.

Her father was a huge deal in the community I found out. He was a well built respected man, who owned several tattoo shops. He was very intimidating but very kind.

I could see the resemblance between him and Blake. He had bright green eyes, that matched Blake's.

Blake had three tattoos of her own. One was her mom's birthday, one was a tattoo of roses with an eagle inside it, and she had wild spelt out on her fingers.

I personally admire people with finger, neck and face tattoos; because you must have a lot of faith in your job finding abilities.

The tattoos looked really cool on her and gave her an edge. I didn't have any tattoos, it never even crossed my mind.

I didn't realize I was staring at her until she smiled at me with her white straight teeth, catching my attention.

I looked away nervously finishing my writing.

10 minutes later, we finished.

I grabbed my book bag I bought and got ready to leave. "Where are you going? You barely stayed." Blake questioned.

Today she wore grey sweatpants and a black muscle t-shirt. The shirt exposed her muscles very well.

I felt tongue-tied. I really wanted to leave so bad. I was still thinking about her like crazy, and I didn't wanna feel these confusing emotions.

I still didn't like Zane, the ride in the red Mustang was uncomfortable as fuck.

"I...have to go home. So...bye!" I give a quick wave and try to make a fast exit.

Blake quickly got up from the bed and closed the door before I had a chance.

"Why can't you just talk to me?" She asked quietly. This was like deja vu all over again.

I tried to study her face to see if she was up to anything.

"This just seems wrong," I started to say. Blake's face immediately changed. She looked pissed.

Scratch that; she was pissed.

I held up hands in a defence. "That's not what I meant, it's just that I'm having doubts about my sexuality."

I stared at her door that she was blocking. It was clear to me that I wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

Blake crossed her arms and leaned on the door. "I can help with that," Blake suggests.

I glance at her, realizing that she didn't hold a smirk on her face. She was actually being serious.

"No thanks," I respond a little harsher than intended.

Blake stood in front of me, her height clearly above mine. "Why did you say it like that?" She demanded.

I kept quiet and took a step back. I wanna leave so bad, I didn't have a good feeling about this.