His Little Cupcake

Chapter 7:

"So tell me, Blake. I want to know the truth." I glared at him.

I watched every movement he made. The way his eyes flickered from left to right, trying to think of some lame excuse. He knew exactly what I was talking about and I'd make sure he tells me every detail that he knows. His hands clenched in fists, then unclenched. He switched all of his body weight from one foot to the other. Nervous are we?

"It only takes two seconds to reply and you are taking over two minutes..." I muttered and fell back against the living room couch. This is where I took him because I knew that no one was going to come downstairs for a while. Seth was too sleepy. Olivia was taking a shower, and she normally would take a decade in there. Then there was Jasmine and Lucas, who were probably hitting it up inside of Jasmine's room.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." Blake scratched the back of his neck and stared down at his feet.

"You're a terrible liar, you do know that right?" I raised my eyebrows up at him and rolled my eyes. I already knew he would say this anyway. I just didn't know that he was such a bad liar.

"I-I..." Blake tried to say something else, but I held my hand up to stop him from doing anything stupid or making this any more worse.

"Save it. Look, here's what I what I want to know." I made sure to make direct eye contact with him before continuing, "You came into Jasmine's room last night and said something. Do you want to tell me what you said or why you were in there?"

His eyes widened, but quickly went back to their normal size. Blake cursed underneath his breath and then asked, "You were awake?"

"Are you freaking kidding me? That's all you can say, even though it is pretty obvious right now?" I questioned him in disbelief. I can't believe this. We were going to be sitting here all morning if he was going to say anything that actually made sense. It was no wonder that he was friend's with Seth.

"Excuse me?" He asked in confusion. Oh shoot, I must of said that out loud.

"Nothing. I just want to know why..."

"I was in there because I wanted to... I don't know. It was like seeing you in front of me was just stress relieving. I've been giving you all these notes, yet never once seen you before..." Blake mumbled as he stared at me in a sort of shock.

"Wait what?" Now it was my turn to be shocked. What did he mean that he gave me notes. Don't tell me... No this couldn't be. Blake was my secret admirer? This didn't even make any sense. Blake wasn't the smart boy that I was imagining. He wasn't the deep boy I was imagining. I mean sure he was quite, which made me even more suspicious. This was probably some kind of joke. Yet, if it was, then how would he know about the love letters.

"No you can't be." I shook my head in denial.

"That's right. I was the one who put the letters in your locker." Blake shakes his head as if he can't believe he is even telling me this right now. Yet, the way he looks at me is not in love or... any kind of feeling that associated with love. It didn't make any sense at all.

"So..." This was so awkward, that it wasn't even funny. I was going to be baking for a heck of a lot of hours today. I already knew. "You're my secret admirer?" I didn't want him to say yes, I wanted him to say-

"No. I'm not... Hell no! What? Why would you think that? I mean you're really pretty and everything, but I'm not that cheesy. I'm being paid to do this." Blake grins at me, and now I was the stupid one. Yet, I was still puzzled by the whole thing.

"Huh? Paid? You're being paid to do what?" I was so confused. Why can't he just explain this all together instead of leaving me pieces to put back together?

"It's pretty simple actually; I'm the deliverer."

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It was 12 o'clock noon and I just managed to figure out everything and fit most of the pieces that I have into my mental little puzzle. Saying he was the deliverer was just the icing on the cake. Speaking of cake, I must have baked 3 of them before going home. Jasmine ran out of cake mix or anything to make homemade cake batter.

By the time I got home, I looked around for any sign of my parent's cars and I didn't see anything. Either they were still at my grandma's house or they went out for breakfast. We always went out for late breakfast. I sighed and carried one of my cakes inside. I kept one and left the other two for Jasmine and her family; along with Olivia and Seth's friends.

Sitting on my bed and munching on some Angel cake, I realized how relieved I was that Blake was not my secret admirer. Which meant, in freshman year, it was him who I saw digging through my locker. It was no wonder that he looked kind of familiar. At the same time, it angered me that I was not one step closer, but one step further from finding my anonymous admirer.

"Why can't life be simple?" I wondered out loud. "Like a piece of cake... All you have to do is get some eggs, vanilla extract, olive oil... yada yada yada."

I kept thinking to myself that I would never be able to find out who my secret admirer was before the end of senior year, but then an idea dinged in my brain like an oven. A-ha! I could always just ask Blake who it was. He said that he wouldn't give me anymore information, but I knew I could get some clues out of him.

Following him would label me a stalker, but if it would make my life a whole lot easier then hell yeah! This would also mean being around Seth more too. As much as I hated that idea, there was nothing more that I wanted than getting the identity of a guy who remains to stay unknown. But not for long.

Tomorrow, I was going to arrive at school, confident, clever and crazy. If that was what it took. I took two more bites of my delicious cake with a devilish grin. Step one, making the batter, aka putting together the idea. But man, I can't even think right. This cake is downright mouthwatering!

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There's ur update after a million years.

His Little Cupcake was on hold a while ago, and I should have put it back on hold. People know that I haven't been on in about a month. Srry I'm so late, but I try. I really do. School is out in 2 weeks. I'm hoping to be done with this book in about a month and a half. Thus, meaning I would have to update every week.

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