“Blake, please? Can we not do this?”
He pulled back and his blue eyes flared. “Fine.” The way he looked at me from under his eyelashes caused a chill to run down my spine. And not a good one. “I’ll see you later.” Without another word he pushed off me, turned, and stalked down the hallway.
“RACH, WAKE UP and tell. Me. Everything!”
Cracking my eyes open the next morning, I looked at a too-perky Candice and groaned. “Where were you when I got back last night?”
“With Jeff.” She dismissed his name with a wave of her hand. “Now, tell me about your date!”
“Wow, Jeff too, huh? Nice, Candi.”
“Don’t stall!”
Pulling myself up so I was resting on my elbows, I didn’t even feel like sugarcoating the prior night. “It was awful.”
Her eyes went wide. “What do you mean? What’d you do?”
Bitch. “Why is it that I had to do something?”
“Um, let’s see.” She started counting on her fingers. “One, you didn’t want to go out with him in the first place. Two, unlike Wednesday and Thursday, Blake didn’t text me after to tell me about your time together. Three, you didn’t want to go out with him in the first place.”
“You already said that.”
“Exactly, that’s a big enough one that it counts for two! So what happened?”
I sighed and flopped onto my bed. “It was just weird. It’s like we had nothing to talk about. Which was crazy because we talked the entire time we were together on Wednesday and Thursday. And he didn’t even let me see a menu; he ordered for me. Like I was a three-year-old or something.”
“Is that all?”
“Well, yeah. Oh! And when we were on our way back he just started acting like the night had been completely normal and not awkward in any way. Then when we got back, he pushed me up against the door and started kissing my neck. I kind of asked him to stop and he got weird. Like creepy, scary weird . . . and then he just up and left. I don’t know, the whole night was just a bust.”
Candice didn’t say anything; she just sat there staring at me.
“What?”
“Are you insane? You told him to stop kissing you?!”
Really? That was all she got from what I told her? “Yeah, we had a bad date; why would I want him to kiss me? Maybe if it had gone something like the first two nights I wouldn’t have—”
“No, no. Rachel. Oh my God. We need to fix this. I can’t believe you still managed to mess up the date after everything I went over with you yesterday!”
“Wow.” I shook my head and let my arms give out so I face-planted into my pillow again. I was so dumbfounded I didn’t even know what to say anymore.
After running to a café to grab a quick breakfast, we made our way back to hopefully study for finals, which were next week. But from the way Candice had tried to lecture me on all I probably had done wrong on the date during breakfast, I doubted much studying would take place if it involved her.
Not even two minutes after getting back into our room, there was a knock on the door. And surprise freaking surprise. Blake West. With four red roses.
“You do realize it’s not even nine on a Saturday,” I said. And yes, I laid the California-bitch tone on thick.
Blake didn’t miss a beat, and his smirk didn’t falter. “Morning, Rach. Can I take you out to breakfast?”
“Oh, we just ate!” Darn. I didn’t even try to sound disappointed.
Candice gave me a look that I pretended not to notice.
“Well, that’s okay.” His smile was full of easy confidence. “How about we go grab some coffee instead?”
“I actually need to start studying for my finals.”
“All the more reason for coffee now; it’ll keep you awake.”
Dear Lord, what is it with him and Candice? Do they not get hints? Must come from her mom’s side of the family. “Sure, why don’t we all go? Candice, you want to get coffee?”
“Nah, I’m good. I just texted Eric to come over in a few to help me, um, study.”
Traitor. I glanced back at a victorious-looking Blake. “Could you give me a couple minutes?”
“See you down there.” He handed me the four roses, winked, and walked down the hall.
“Eric today, huh? I’m sure you two will get tons of studying done. Maybe I should stay and help you; you can’t afford to fail this thing.
“You better go!” She looked me over and raised an annoyed eyebrow. “Please tell me you’re going to change.”
I looked down at my yoga pants and off-the-shoulder Iron Maiden concert shirt. “Ha! No, definitely not. It’s early in the morning, and we’re just getting coffee. Which means I get to stay skanked up.”
“You do not stay skanked up when you’re trying to get the man of your dreams to fall in love with you! You stay skanked up if no one is going to see you! You know this, Rachel.”
Love? God, this whole dating-her-cousin thing was making her more dramatic than usual. I threw my long, dark hair up into a cute messy bun, grabbed my purse, and sighed heavily. “See you later.”
Blake didn’t say a word to me as I slid into the passenger seat of his car, and he continued to stay silent as we drove to one of the Starbucks near campus. The only acknowledgment he made of my presence was to put his hand high up on my thigh again and hold tight. Too tight. And not much changed once we were finally in the shop. Conversation didn’t happen, his hand was back on my thigh, and we had four different stare-downs.