(Chapter 21- Lake Trip With The Bad Boy Pt.3)

Who the hell is making that noise? Do they know what time it is?

I try my best to block out the loud banging from the other room and cover my ears in hopes it will work. It must be mom or Regina in the kitchen trying to whip us up some breakfast. Now I’m normally really happy when it comes to food but wake me up before nine am on a weekend get prepared to meet my worst side

I let out a long frustrated groan when the noise continues and has now successfully wakened me. I’ll never get back to sleep now. All hope of a late morning has gone out the window. I’ll kill.

As I do every morning I rub the sleep from my eyes and push myself from the queen size bed in the unfamiliar room. I turn my head to look around the room I am blinded by the bright light coming from the around the blue curtains. I immediately use my hand as a shield so I can block out some of the light when I realize I am still in Brody’s cabin.

Holy cow! I’m in deep crap in my parents find me here. What time is it? My eyes quickly search the room for a clock while still trying to block out the light until I land on one. The bed side clock read 8:15 am which meant my parents would be up in fifteen minutes. It never failed. Every weekend they were always up by 8:30. It was sort of a routine of theirs. To them that was sleeping in. Some people I’ll never understand.

I sprung off the bed before doing a quick once over in the mirror. Thank goodness I don’t look like something straight from a horror movie this time. Maybe today won’t be so bad of a day after all. Once I enter the living room I have clear view of the kitchen and the first thing I notice is Brody in the kitchen again. Can someone say awe?

He was wearing an oven mitt and holding a fry pan in one hand while the other was swatting away the gray smoke filling the room. It had only just reached me when I begin to cough.

“Hey.” He says quickly while filling the pan with water.

More smoke filled the room over top of the other making it one think cloud. By this point I was desperate for fresh air. Seeing the best I could I make my way over to the window as the alarm blares loudly through the cabin and open the window letting the smoke go through.

Well this is a sight. I thought Brody was a chef but most chefs don’t catch their kitchens on fire. Or smoke them up.

Once the smoke clears and I can see clearly again I can’t help but smirk at him. Call me mean but you can’t deny the hilarity of the situation.

“What happened Emeril? Losing your touch?”

He releases the fry pan from his grasp and throws aside the mitt before making his way over to me with a smirk of his own playing in his lips. He slips a hand around my waist and pulls me to him in one swift motion like you see in the movies. And yes it was just as hot.

“Believe me. I’ll never lose my touch.”

Why do I have a feeling we’re not talking about the same thing anymore?

I stand there at a loss for a snappy comeback for that and blush. Yes, I know he’s right. He is too good to lose his touch.

He leans in and places a soft peck on the lips and smiles. “Will I?”

I unconsciously shake my head totally mesmerized by his body pressed against mine and my thought escape me. Why must I always get like this around him? I need to be strong. I’m sure this is exactly what all the other bimbos he dates are like. I need to get my head on.

“Do you have time for breakfast?” He asks.

Crap…time! What time is it? I look over to the clock on the wall and panic. Oh no. I’ve got five minutes to be back over at my cabin!

“I’ve got to go.” I screech removing his hands from my sides. “My parents will be up any second.”

I give Brody a quick peck on the cheek and rush out the door of the cabin. Crap. Crap. Crap. I forgot about the woods! How can I run through the woods without getting hurt? I’m the most accident prone person in the world. This will not turn out well.

Without wasting another second to think, I rush through the woods in the direction of our cabin. Rock…tree…rock…vine…tree…tree….another rock. Hey so far I’m doing great. A sense of joy comes over me when I can now see our cabin and I almost make it out in one piece, key word being almost.

Just then my foot hits a rock and I go tumbling to the ground faster than I can blink. Great, just great. Please tell me nothing is broken?

I quickly move my arms and legs just to be sure and breathe a breath of relief when I realize that I‘m fine. I think. Wait, why is my elbow burning? Oh please don’t be what I think it is. Please don’t be what I think it is.

I force myself to look down at it and that familiar nauseous feeling I always get makes its way to me. Yep, it’s as bad as I feared. The skin is scraped back and blood is oozing from the wound. This is not good.

“Farrah?” Blake yells from beside our cabin he just rounded. “What happened?”

In a flash he runs over to me and tries to lift me to my feet in what I assume to be a caring gesture.

“No, don’t touch me. You have poison oak!” I yell but he doesn’t listen.

“Don’t worry. It’s fine. Last night my mom called my gran and got an old family remedy for it. You can’t get it.”

Of course he would be so lucky.

When I am to my feet again I give Blake’s hand a disapproving look. Why is he still touching my arm? I think the kind gesture as warn off now and he can let me go.

“You’re bleeding.” He states looking at my injured arm. “Sit down over here and I’ll fix you up. I know how you can’t stand blood.”

Yeah thanks for reminding me.

He helps me over to the chair by the now burned out fire we were sitting at last night and runs into the house. In less than a minute he was back out with a first aid kit in hand. He pulls open the container and takes out a band aid and a little packet of some kind of sanitation wipe.

“Hold still this might hurt just a little.”

Well if that didn’t get my attention nothing would. I yank my elbow from his grasp and hold it to myself in a protective manor.

“No.”

“Farrah come on. If you don’t clean it might get infected.” He states in a serious tone.

Ha! I don’t need him to take care of me. I’ll be perfectly fine doing this on my own. Sure I hate blood but I’d rather attempt it myself than let my ex cheating boy friend help me. I don’t know why he would do this anyway.

“Why do you care?”

His look softens when I ask him this and for once I see the old Blake again. “Even if we’re not together anymore I still care about you.”

Yeah right.

“I don’t buy it Blake. Try again.” I say bitterly.

After the things I’ve learned about him I don’t believe he cares for anyone but himself. I might have been stupid and naïve once but it won’t happen again.

“Farrah Bryant, where have you been?”

We’ll here comes the real blood. Mom comes running from the cabin with a pissed look on her face and stops once she reaches us.

“You better have a really good explanation for where you’ve been for the past hour.” She adds.

Past hour? So does that mean she doesn’t know I’ve been gone all night? She must have gotten up earlier today. What can I say?

“Well?” She demands.

Just as I open my mouth to speak someone beats me to it.

“She was with me. We went for a walk before breakfast and Farrah tripped and scraped her arm over a rock. We would have told you but we didn’t want to wake anyone.”

And just like switching a light switch mom’s angry façade vanishes and is replaced by a smile. One I would say is similar to the Cheshire cat.

“Oh. Well thank you for letting me know Blake. It’s sweet of you to take care of Farrah even though you’ve broken up. I always knew you were a sweet boy.”

Sweet my foot! She knows nothing about him. I roll my eyes at her but luckily she’s too focused on his confession to notice it.

“I’ll leave you two alone now and get breakfast.” She adds keeping the grin on her face as she walks away.

Well from the looks of it I’m sure I’ve just made her happy. Not that I care. If she doesn’t care about my happiness than I don’t care about hers. I thought moms were supposed to be caring and supportive of their kids. I hope if I start acting like that with my children someone slaps me.

“There.” He says placing the band aid over the wound.

Wait he’s finished? I examine his work and am in complete surprise. How did I not feel that? I thought it was suppose to hurt. Maybe it was my mom and her butting in that distracted me.

“Why do you look so surprised?”

“You…it didn’t hurt.” I reply.

“Uh...you’re welcome?” He says as if he’s unsure of what to say.

Well even though I kind of hate him right now he did help me and lie for me so…I guess I owe him a thank you. But it in no way means we are becoming friends or I forgive him. I’m not ready for that yet.

“Thank you.”

I offer him a small smile as I push myself up from the seat but his hand on my arm stops me from going anywhere.

“You don’t have to tell me but…where were you this morning? I know you didn’t come in last night.”

His question takes me completely off guard and my words get stuck in my throat. Oh crap what do I say to him? Do I tell him I was at Brody’s?

No wait, that will just ruin the surprise and I’ve already done that once. I better keep this under my hat for now. I wonder if he would believe I got lost in the woods and suddenly found my way back this morning? No that’s not good.

Gosh why is coming up with a good lie so hard? I am not good at this.

“You’re not going to tell me are you?” He asks.

Ok I’ll go with that.

“No.”

He looks a bit disappointed by my words and let me go. If I didn’t know what he was really like I might feel bad right now but I just can’t bring myself to. The things I learned about him just won’t leave my mind.

“Can we start over? You know be friends?” He asks hopeful. “I know you don’t want to take me back but I would at least like to be friends with you.”

Today is going to be full of disappointment. I can’t do that. I don’t think. I mean we have been getting our revenge on him for a while now but how far does it go? As much as I’m enjoying it we have to draw the line sometime. I don’t won’t mine and Brody’s relationship to be based off of revenge, I want to be able to focus on us as well. I want to forget Blake at some point.

“Knowing what I know now, I just don’t think I can do that.” I confess. “I mean what happened between you, Brody and Kristen is not something I can easily forget.”

“He told you that?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “He did.”

“Then you must not have heard the whole story.”

“I heard enough.”

I don’t know what he can tell me that will make me think any differently of him but I’d rather not hear his attempts at it.

“So Brody can feed you any story he wants but I can’t even defend myself?” He asks a bit upset.

Well I suppose if he’s willing to give out information then there is one thing I really wanted to know. Something that I had been wondering since Brody told me everything.

“Just tell me one thing. Did you drug Brody and Sarah?”

“Yes but it was not on purpose.” He answers.

“That’s ridiculous! How can you drug someone by accident?” I shout.

I have never heard of anyone accidentally being drugged. He is really willing to do anything to get out of this, isn’t he? Why can’t he for once just own up to his actions?

“Travis Milton gave me some stuff that was only supposed to mess with him not knock him out. He told me it caused hallucinations and made you act out more so than alcohol did. It was my only hope to get him to do something stupid on his own so Kristen would break up with him. I never put them in bed together.”

“And just why would this Travis person help you out by giving you this unknown drug?” I ask.

I’m finding this story very hard to believe. I’ve never even heard of this guy before now. If he did do this then where is he now? He can’t be at our school.

“At first I thought it was just because he was my friend and wanted to help me but later I found out her was after her to. After Kristen caught Brody that morning something changed in her. She came to me that day and confessed to liking me. Well me being the guy I was at the time I took the opportunity and we…”

“I don’t need to know.” I quickly said stopping him.

The last thing I want to hear about is my ex boy friend and his fling, even if we weren’t together at the time.

“I do have a question though. Did you and Brody really try to see who could…you know…with her first?”

He shamefully nods. “We did but Brody ended up falling for her.”

“But after you slept with her you dumped her.” I state. “She was nothing to you anymore. Is that what you were going to do with me?”

“No and that wasn’t the whole story. After we hooked up I did ask her to be my girl friend just to see what Brody saw in her but then a couple of weeks after that I found out that she had also been with Travis and a few other guys in school. She was not the girl either of us thought she was. That’s why I broke it off with her.”

Wait that’s why? It does kind of make since. I mean here Brody thought  that Blake dumped her after having hooked up with her but in reality it was because she cheated on him? Oh the irony. He did the same thing to me that was done to him. I can see how this might make since but I guess the only real way to confirm anything is to ask this Kristen girl myself but I have no idea where she is. I guess that means I’ll never know.

“This is a lot to take in.” I admit. “I think you and Brody got your wires crossed somewhere. Each of you has chosen to believe the worst about each other without really having the facts.”

“Maybe so but I don’t want you to get mixed up in our past. Let’s just focus on our problems.” He says.

Now that’s something I could agree on. I had many questions for him.

“Ok then. While we’re being honest with each other let me ask you a question. Why did you cheat on me?”

I don’t know why I had the sudden urge to ask him but I just had to know. It had been eating at me since it happened and now was my chance to find out. At first I convinced myself I didn’t care or want to know but I was lying to myself. I really did want to know.

“I don’t know. It just sort of happened. It could be because I was having trouble breaking away from my old ways or it could because I thought I could get away with it but I’m not really sure why I did it. When you first came along I only asked you out because I knew Brody liked you but after we began dating for a while I finally understood the way he felt about Kristen but only with you. You brought out feelings in me that I had never felt with anyone else and it some ways it scared me. Then Megan came along and I with you two being friends we were just always around each other and something just….happened.”

“Yes but I think she felt it deeper than you did. She really likes you.”

“I know.”

“Do you like her?” I ask.

“I don’t think so. All I do know if after losing you I really understood how stupid I was and what I had lost. But I realized it too late.”

“Yeah you did.” I agree.

“Can you at least forgive me enough to be friends? I would rather have you in my life as that than nothing at all.”

Could we be friends? It that even possible for us? I mean it does make me feel better that there is a possibility he isn’t as horrible as I thought. But could I be friends with his after everything else? I just don’t know.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” I reply.

That was enough to put a smile on his face. “At least it’s not a no.”

I suppose this is some progress in closing the Blake chapter in my life. I’ve always heard you can’t move on until you forgive. But even if I do I’ll never forget. After what has happened I know Blake and I could never be anything more than friends ever again.

“Farrah Bryant what is he doing here?” Mom yells from the cabin door pointing her finger in the direction of the woods.

My head quickly spins in that direction and that’s when I see him standing there smirking at me, my bad boy in shining armor. Well I guess if anything I can still piss my parents off. I guess my mom is feeling really of base about me and Blake now. Oh this will be good.

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