Chapter *number to be decided*
I Love Him

1 year ago

I tossed in my bed, trying to fall asleep but I couldn't get rid of the anger that burned in me.

When I woke up that morning, the last thing I expected was to get removed from the cheer team—not because I did something wrong, but because I didn't listen to my parents when they told me to quit on my own.

My phone rang, making me jump.

"What do you want?" I snapped, answering it.

"I feel loved, Lynne." His deep voice chuckled.

"I was asleep."

"You're lying. I know you're upset."

"I'm not in the mood to talk about cheerleading."

"Fine, let's do something fun," he suggested.

"What do you have in mind?"

"What are you wearing?" he asked in a deeper voice.

I looked down at my black lacy silk robe, reaching right below my ass that I knew would drive him crazy.

I smirked. "A gray baggy sweat pants and a tank top. Oh, it has ice cream stains on it."

"You don't own sweat pants, Lynne," he pointed out. "Most girls lie that they're wearing something sexy when a guy asks this. Not the other way round. I know that you always something hot."

"I do." I smiled smugly. "I'm in bed, wearing a pair of tiny black panties and lacy robe. No bra," I said in an almost whisper. I heard him gulp, and I smirked, continuing. "Do want me to take them off?" I pulled on the strings tying the robe together.

The phone went silent for a second before he cleared his throat. "Yes, take it off and wear something else. I'm taking you out."

My face fell to a deadpan. "What?"

I heard him chuckle. "Let's have phone sex another time. I'm almost at your house—not to have sex, but to take you out."

"Fine." I sighed, despite the smile sneaking on my lips.

I hung up and freshened in my bathroom before entering my closet to change.

I dragged my eyes over the array of dresses on the hanger when I heard the front doorbell ring. I opened the door of my closet and peeped out, hearing faint sounds of a maid opening the door and greeting Blake.

With a smirk, I left the door slightly open before stripping down to nakedness.

"Lynne!" I smiled at his voice, turning my back to the door and pretending to focus on the dresses.

His footsteps neared the closet before they stopped.

"Lynne, are you in here?" he asked, knocking on the door. I bit back a giggle as I heard the door creak open.

I turned my head to side, watching him from the corner of my eyes as his mouth parted open, eyeing me up and down.

I turned my head away from him with a smile before I felt his arms wrap around my body.

"You're trying to turn me on," he accused.

"And it's working." I smiled, rubbing my ass against his developing boner.

"Oh god," he groaned, pulling back from me a little, making me pout. "I got you something."

I turned around, and he held a paper bag out to me.

"You got me heels!" I squealed, taking the box out.

"You have a million of them, and you're still excited like they're your first pair." He laughed. I rolled my eyes, taking out the simple pink stilettos with a tiny bow on the strap.

"I love it better when you buy them," I said, pecking his lips. I got into the shoes, standing an inch shorter than him before crashing my lips against his again.

My hands tangled in his hair as he gripped my bare ass, hoisting me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, swirling my tongue with his as he pushed me against the door.

Our lips moved against each other as he caressed my neck and shoulder. He let go of my lips, panting just as fast as I did.

My breath hitched as he lifted me higher, and I placed my hands on his shoulder to balance myself. He stopped when my breasts were right in from of his face. Looking into my eyes, he took a nipple in his mouth and pulled it between his teeth.

I moaned, gripping his hair. He kept his eyes strained on mine, watching my aroused face as he licked, nibbled and sucked on my breasts, sending an immense pleasure down my body.

"Oh god, Blake," I moaned. I opened my eyes and stared into his blue ones, feeling my heart beat at his intense gaze as his mouth worked on my body.

But before too long, he stopped and placed me on the floor before resting his head against mine. "We'll continue this once we're back, alright? You've been upset the whole day, and I don't want to be just a distraction."

"But Blak—"

He shut his eyes and covered his ears with his hands. "I'm not going to let you seduce me. Put some clothes on." 

I chuckled, looking back at my dresses. 

He thought I wanted him as a distraction, but from the moment he called, I hadn't been thinking about cheerleading. All I had been thinking of was him and how much I wanted him.

It's funny how greedy he made me sometimes. Whether it was for sex, his touch, his kisses or even just a look at his eyes—I was desperate when it came to him.

Kate and Hazel always said that I was in love with him. I laughed it off, but deep down inside, I couldn't help but wish that I had more of him than I already did. 

I wanted him all to myself and all the time. The more time I spent with him, the more addicted I got. I needed him.

"Lynne," he called, breaking me out of my trance, "can I open my eyes now?"

"Yes," I replied. 

His blue orbs came into my view, and locking eyes with him, my heart elevated. That always happened even though I told myself that I shouldn't feel that way when I looked at my friend.

"You're still naked." He deadpanned. "Okay, fine. Let's have sex one time," he said, and I laughed before my voice muffled with his lips against mine. 

He gave me just what I was desperate for—him. Having him so close to me, and so intimate reminded me that he wasn't just a friend. 

I would forget about all my problems if it meant I could make more space in my head to think about Blake. And I thought about him all the time.

Was this how love felt like?

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"I hate you."

"Lynne, I'm sorry."

"You can't make a mistake this big and say sorry."

"I didn't think about it."

"How could you not think about something so important?" I asked. "These are my brand-new heels, and you're making me walk on a beach in them."

"Lynne, you're not walking. I'm carrying you." He chuckled. He slightly pushed me up to a small height, making me sequel before I came landing back in his arms.

"You wouldn't have had to carry me if you reminded me to wear something else. Anyways, where are we going? We've been walking for a while."

"I'm the only one walking," he said, making me roll my eyes. "We're going to that bridge at the end of the beach. You love going there."

"Yes, it's the only place in this beach without any sand," I said.

"And it's very quiet at this time. We'll have some time to ourselves out in the fresh air." He smiled looking at me. I lifted my head up and pecked his lips before resting it on his shoulder again.

"Blake, you've had girlfriends before we started hooking up, right?" I asked, and he hummed. "Have you been in love with any of them?"

"No," he said. "Why'd you ask?"

"Just curious," I said. "Do you believe in love?"

"Yeah."

"How could you believe in it if you've never felt it?"

"Who said I've never felt it? I love my mom, my dad, my grandpare—"

"That's not what I meant, Blake."

"I know, but that's enough for me to believe in it."

"I don't love my parents," I said. "I think I loved my grandma before she died—I don't remember. I love Asher... I think."

He smiled, looking at me. "Do you believe in love?"

"I'm not sure about that either." I bit my lips. "I think I'm starting to."

"What's gotten you thinking about love?" he asked.

"Nothing. It's just Kate and Hazel always teasing me that I'm in love with you. How absurd is that?"

"Yeah, absurd." He chuckled awkwardly and I laughed along with him, nervousness seeping through my voice.

Our laughter died and an awkward silence took over.

"I think Kate's falling in love," I said, breaking the awkward silence.

"Really? With who?" he asked.

"Jack, I guess."

"I thought it was over between them," he said.

"Relationships are weird. They break up. They get back together again. They're friends. They're enemies. It's so confusing. That's why we're perfect." I grinned, kissing his cheek.

"Are we perfect?" he asked.

"Why not?" I asked. "We're happy, aren't we?"

"Yeah, we are," he said, smiling at me still in his arms.

"And we reached the bridge," I said as he stepped from the icky to sand onto the paving. "You can put me down now."

"Hmm... I can," he said. "But I'd rather do this." He pushed me up, higher than before, making me scream before I landed in his arms.

"Fuck you!" I shouted, wiggling out of his arms to the ground as he laughed.

He took my hands, and we walked to the end of the bridge. He sat down, and patted on his lap. I slowly sat on him, wrapping my legs around his body.

"Blake," I called, and he hummed. "I heard these rumors going around that you've been dating that senior class-president behind my back."

"I'm not dating with either of you," he grumbled.

"I know. But something might've started the rumors about the president. Did you sleep with her?"

"Are you jealous?" He smirked.

"Please," I scoffed. "I would never get jealous for you. I don't care what girl you hook up with."

"Sure, Lynne," he said sarcastically. "But if you want to know, I slept with her once, and I didn't enjoy it."

"Of course, you wouldn't enjoy her. She's so boring—always so soft and sweet. Don't people get tired of smiling too much?"

"She wasn't boring. She was nice. I'm sure there are guys who'd love to go out with her. She just wasn't my type." He shrugged.

"Then what is your type?" I asked, trailing a finger down his temple.

"My type?" He caressed his chin. "My type of a girl would be a blonde, sexy, shoe-crazy cheerleader who knows that she's beautiful, but I'd still tell her that just to hear her say 'I know'."

"You seem to have good taste." I smiled, dragging my fingers along his lower lip and pulling it down before kissing it. "But I won't be a cheerleader for long."

"And I've suddenly lost interest in cheerleaders," he said. I kissed his cheek and placed my head on his shoulder.

"Getting out of the team does not have to be the end of everything, you know," he said. "There might be a few programs and competition if you look around."

"But it won't be the same as being a part of the school team," I said, lifting my head. "Besides, the competitions had to be my least favorite part about cheerleading. We had to practice till our legs fell out, and we always lost."

"It's not about winning, Lynne."

"Easy for you to say. You barely ever lose a game." I scoffed. "I like winning. I like being the best."

I looked away from him to the sea ahead of us. "I was once a lonely homeschool girl with anger issues that no one liked. I was a nobody and I had no one. Even when I joined school, nothing changed. I got friends—you, Jack and Cole, but you all were only friends with me because of Asher.

"Then I became a cheerleader. I was good at something—the best. People respected me and admired me. I even made friends with Hazel and Kate all by myself without Asher. I was no more that girl no one wanted. I don't want to go back to being that, Blake. Being a cheerleader made me feel important."

"You don't have to be a cheerleader to be someone important, Lynne. You are important."

"Not to my parents." I lowered my head. "They didn't care about what I wanted." 

"You don't have to be important to everyone. Especially to your parents," he whispered. "You just have to be important to the ones that mean something to you. You're important to me, Lynne. And I mean something to you, don't I?" he asked.

I bit my lips, nodding my head, and he smiled pulling me closer to him. 

"Good," he whispered, "because you mean everything to me. Asher might be the reason I met you, but he's not the reason why I spend every day of my life with you. I don't even spend that much time with him.

"And you're not the best because you're a cheerleader. You're the best because you're talented, confident, determined, and you have flexible body—I would know." He smirked, making me lightly chuckle. "All of that still remains even if you don't cheer for the team. You'd still be the same person. Even if others see you differently, you'll be the same to me, Lynne. If they leave you, you don't need them. You don't need your parents. You'll have me, and I'll never leave you."

His glistering blue eyes bore deep into mine, overwhelming my body with a large wave of shock. It was a feeling only he could give me, but this time, it felt much more intense.

His words hit my chest in the best possible way, and it made me realize, being a cheerleader wasn't what changed me. Meeting him was. He was the first friend I made. He brought me out of my shell and stayed by my side from the very moment we met. He changed me from the broken girl I was to someone who had something to look forward to every morning.

I guess I did believe in love after all. I loved all my friends. But with him, it was always something more. It was love beyond what I could comprehend. But sitting with him that night taught me something. I had fallen in love. I was completely and fatedly in love with Blake Vanderbilt. 

Reasons Why Blake is Awesome [Author's Note]