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Kelly | Bleachers

I was so confused.

I was watching as Ella and Blake spoke.

They're so cute together. I wonder if they're dating.

I don't think so. Ella would've told me, right?

Blake stormed away from Ella with a paper in his hand and went up to Chris, another football player.

By now, all of the players had their attention on Blake and Chris as Ella stood back as if she was thinking to herself.

Blake held Chris by the hem of his shirt, making Chris look like he was about to crap his pants.

I slowly came down the steps and headed towards Ella on the field who then went up to Blake, so I stopped by the fence and looked on. Coach went up to Blake and shouted something that made no difference because Blake still pulled his fist back and punched Chris in his face.

Damn.

I watched as Coach shouted something to Blake causing him to smirk and walk backwards after saying something. He walked ahead of Ella causing her to have to run to catch up to him. They were closer to where I was so I could hear everything.

"What in the name of Jesus was that!?" Ella exclaimed.

"What was what." Blake said, nonchalantly.

"Blake, I'm being serious here." Ella spoke while she stopped walking and stood there with her arms folded.

Blake stopped and turned around, going back to her.

"You want to know what that was? That was what happens when someone messes with what's mine." He said, angrily.

Since when did Ella become his? This brings me back to my question of are they dating yet.

"Blake, I'm not yours." Ella said, softly.

"Oh yeah? Says who." Blake said, stepping closer to Ella.

"Says me." Ella said, stepping back. "I have no clue what we are Blake. I think we need to know what we both want first then-" Ella began but Blake cut her off.

"I know exactly what I want Grace."

I feel like a stalker.

Or someone whose reading a cliched book or watching a cliched movie.

"Okay, well don't you think we need to discuss if we want anyone else to know about us?"

"Look around you Ella, I just punched someone for you Ella. Half of them are still looking over here at us. Everyone will know about us before the day is even over."

Ella looked around and her before her shoulders shrunk.

"Oh crap, this is a lot of attention." She said, nervously.

"It's okay, let's just leave." Blake said.

"Okay but I have to take Kelly home." Ella said.

"What're you doing after school tomorrow?" Blake asked.

"Kelly and I are hanging out. Why?" Ella asked.

"I wanted to take you somewhere." Blake said.

"Oh. What about Wednesday? It's a teacher workday anyways." Ella suggested.

"That works." Blake said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Ella looked up at him as he leaned down and pecked her cheek. Her cheeks lit up as her eyes looked anywhere but at him. They met mine and her face fell.

"Kelly." She said, trailing off with sadness in her voice.

"Why do you sound sad?" I asked, walking down the bleachers to meet them.

"Because I feel bad."

"For what?" I asked, smiling. "There's nothing to feel bad about." I finished.

"I didn't tell you anything about Blake and I. We're bestfriends and bestfriends tell each other everything and I didn't. Im sorry." She said, almost pleading me.

Im starting to think Mariana really messed up her head.

"Ella, there is nothing to apologize for. Even bestfriends has their secrets. As long as they aren't the kind to mess up our friendship, it doesnt matter. Plus I knew you were going to tell me at one point." I said, shrugging.

"I was, I promise. So you're not mad?" Ella asked.

"Of course not. But I am curious and want all the detalis." I said, grinning.

"Of course. Tomorrow night, sleepover? You can help me get dressed." Ella said.

"Uh yes. You can tell me all about you and Blake." I said.

"Sounds like a plan." Ella said, smiling.

"Girls really do this?" Blake asked, looking from Ella to me.

"Do what?" Ella and I asked in unison.

"Plan stuff at the weirdest moments." Blake said.

"Some of us." Ella said.

"Ella and I are kind of like boys I guess. We plan stuff at sudden moments. Where as other girls like Hailee or Gracie make plans like a week or two ahead." I said.

"Yep." Ella said, agreeing.

"Ella!" A voice shouted from behind us.

We turned around to see Ace running to us.

"Ace, what's wrong?" Ella asked.

"Nothing." He paused, catching his breath. "I need a favor." He finished.

"Sure, what is it?" Ella asked.

"Can you please take Blake home? He rode with me and practice wont be over for a few hours." Ace asked.

"She was already planning on it." Blake said.

"I was?" Ella asked.

"Yeah, she just didn't know it." Blake said, shrugging.

"Of course she didn't. Thanks Ella." Ace said.

"You're welcome!" Ella yelled at an already 10 feet away Ace.

We all began to walk in the direction of student parking.

"So what are y'all doing when you get home?" Ella asked, grabbing her keys.

"Homework." I said, happily which made Blake scoff.

"What?" I asked, as we reached the shiny black mustang.

"You're a nerd." He said, simply.

"Hey! So am I!" Ella said.

Ella unlocked her car as we neared it.

"Shotgun." Blake said.

"No. Let Kelly sit in the front. She's closer to the school meaning she gets dropped off first." Ella said, causing Blake to huff.

We all got inside the car and Ella put down her roof after starting the engine.

It didnt take long to get me home, when we got there I said a goodbye to Ella and Blake before walking up my short sidewalk to my house. I unlocked the door and went inside.

"Mom?" I called out, hoping she wasn't at work.

I didnt get an answer so I headed into the kitchen expecting a note from her. I spoted the paper on the counter and grabbed it.

My sweet Kelly ,

Im at work. I have no more money left to give you for dinner. Try to find something in the house. Hopefully can pick somethings up tomorrow after work. I love you sweetie. MAKE SURE THE DOOR IS LOCKED BEHIND YOU.
- mom

I wasnt surprised. My mother and I are going through a extremely tough time right now so she's been working as many hours as she can everyday.

I sighed and headed into my room so I could get dressed for work.

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Chapter Thirty Eight.