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Savannah huffs out a laugh. “Are you slut shaming him?” Am I? Probably so.
“I don’t care what he does with his personal relationships. I just don’t want you to be one of them.” I put a finger at her and hold eye contact until she puts her hands up and surrenders.
“Alright, big bro. Calm yourself. I have no interest in some cocky athlete, anyway.” Music to my damn ears.
I open the door and scan the apartment for signs of Tyson. He had said he was going on a date when he was talking to Blake, but didn’t mention when. I had the same thought she did, though. It’s unlike him to go out on a Sunday.
My eyes land on the dish next to the door, noticing his new keys are missing. Thank god. Savannah brushes past me and does a spin with her arms out wide.
“Is this seriously where you live?” She keeps moving, roaming around the apartment. “It’s like a mini mansion!”
“Tyson likes high end things,” I say, though I’m not sure why I’m trying to explain the situation. Deciding to keep my mouth shut, I just follow her as she takes everything in.
“That’s kind of obvious.” She shoots me a smile over her shoulder and it makes me uneasy. I don’t like her being here. Not one bit.
After exploring almost every inch of the place, she stops in front of a set of double doors, reaching for the handles. “Absolutely not,” I say, putting myself between her and Tyson’s bedroom.
“What’s in there?” She cocks her head to the side.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with.” I place my hands on her shoulders and turn her around. “You said you were tired. You can sleep in my room.” And I’ll lock the damn door if I have to.
“That’s Tyson’s bedroom, isn’t it?” There’s way too much excitement in her voice.
I open the door to my room and shove her inside. “Go the fuck to sleep, Sav,” I say as I shut the door behind her. And it must not take her long to crash. Otherwise I wouldn’t have heard the end of it when I came back minutes later, after Tyson got home, and locked her door.
33
“Will you stop complaining?” Blake has been adamant on doing my glam all week. She knows I hate wearing makeup. Not that either one of us wears much anyway, but she indulges in falsies, blush, and lipstick, while I prefer a swipe of mascara and maybe some Chapstick.
“I didn't want to do this in the first place. You’re going to have to put up with the complaining,” I say as she brushes something on my eyelid.
“Fine. But you’re going to thank me once you see how amazing you look.”
I crack one eye open to look at her. “Are you implying that I don’t already look amazing?” The deadpan she gives causes me to laugh. “It’s too easy to irritate you. You should really lighten up.” That itself is a joke. Blake is always quick to any emotion. She is her mother through and through. She feels big, expresses big, and behaves… big.
“You remember that while I tell you that you have plans tonight.” This time, I pull away from her, opening my eyes completely.
“What do you mean, plans?” I hate last-minute things.
She shrugs a shoulder. “It’s just supper.”
“Supper where? With who?”
“Wherever you want, I suppose.” I wait for her to say more, but she goes back to messing with the makeup.
“With who, Blake?” She tucks her lips to keep from smiling, which only makes me more nervous. I know exactly who she’s referring to, but the fact that she won’t say it is making things so much worse. When she moves to put more makeup on my face, I pull back more, refusing until she answers me.
Giving up the fight, she points the makeup brush at me. “Listen. I know you’re not a fan of surprises, but I’m doing this for your own good, okay?” I’m suddenly very fidgety. Blake puts the brush down and places her hands on the top of my legs, which helps to ground me. “I want you to be carefree and have some fun for once.”
“Do you not know me at all? When have I ever been carefree?” She can’t be serious. Blake can’t be doing this to me.
“That’s the point!” She throws her hands in the air, always one for the dramatics. “You need to let loose. You were with that insufferable twat for five years. He ruined you.”
“Ouch.” That stung a little. “Are you saying I’m insufferable now?” She opens her mouth to respond, but snaps it shut again. Great.
Her phone vibrates, and she smiles big when she checks it. “You aren’t insufferable, but I don’t think you know how to have fun or who you are. I’m simply helping push you in the direction to figure it out.”
I let out a small sigh that causes Blake’s smile to get even bigger. “Fine. You win.”
