Page 73 of Hitting the Goal Line
But sure enough, a few seconds go by and Blake walks deeper into the apartment with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hey,” he says, eyeing me right before throwing his bag on the couch.
“Hi,” I say, surprised. He wasn’t supposed to be home right now. “What are you doing here? I thought you guys weren’t going to come back until tomorrow morning?”
Blake and some of the other Knights, took a trip out to California to visit their version of the Magic Kingdom to celebrate the cup win. He told me that if he wasn’t back tomorrow morning, they would for sure be back by the afternoon. That’s the reason is why I even put the date for today. One because I had the day off, and so Blake wouldn’t be here when I left.
I knew I should have put the date for a day that he wouldn’t be here at all. What the hell was I thinking?
In the days since the cup win, eight days to be exact, things have been more than awkward between Blake and me. Just like it was the last time. The only difference now is that we live together and at times it’s hard to keep certain thoughts from popping into my head.
The fact that he hasn’t been home much these last few days has been helpful, but that still doesn’t stop my brain from thinking about the way he made me feel while I’m in bed alone or even showering.
Something I definitely need to put a stop to if I start seeing Elijah in a more serious form after this today.
Blake looks over at me and at first he has a smile on his face, but that smile quickly turns into a look of confusion.
“Um,” he says, his eyes moving down to my exposed legs for a second before moving them back up to my face. “We had a change of plans and decided to come home earlier.”
His eyes move down to my legs again and I try my hardest not to be effected by it. Why do thoughts from our first night together start to take front stage in my head? Because this look he is currently giving me is almost the same as the one he gave me that night all those years ago.
“Where are you going?” His voice brings me back to the present.
Lie, Sophia. Lie to him. He doesn’t need to know where you’re going all the time.
But what if Elijah is a serial killer and I need rescuing?
I really need to stop watching the true crime videos I find online.
Taking a deep breath, I give Blake a smile and tell him. “I’m going on a date.”
“You’re going on a date?” he asks. His words coming out slow like he is trying to comprehend them as he says them, all the while his eyebrows climb up to his hair line.
“Yeah,” I say, giving him a nod. “It’s just coffee but it’s still very much a date.”
Why do I have the sudden urge to explain myself? I don’t owe Blake anything. Sure, he’s my best friend and I don’t keep anything from him, just my feelings, but that doesn’t mean that I have to explain myself to him or why I’m going on a date.
Sleeping together doesn’t give us a say in who we see or when we see them. More so when we treat sleeping together as if it doesn’t mean any afterwards.
“Do I know this guy?” he asks, scratching the back of his head, looking awkward.
An awkwardness that’s starting to fill the room and make my nerves go up another level than where they were.
I give him a shrug. “I don’t think so. I met him at the hospital last week and he asked me out, so I said yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”
Why indeed.
There are so many reasons why I didn’t tell Blake about this date, but there isn’t a single one that I’m willing to say out loud.
“It must have slipped my mind, I guess. What with all the celebrating going on.” I lie through my teeth.
Lying to Blake has started to become a whole lot easier and I fucking hate it so much.
“Slipped your mind,” he repeats, making sense of the words.
I give him a nod. “Yeah.”
