Fiftheen.

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Blake's POV

After Samantha left her room in a hurry my thoughts were scattered all over the place. I kept thinking about what I said, her reaction, the drawings in her book and so much more.

Those vivid sketches of a car left me with a lot of questions, it seems like Samantha had her own secrets that she was keeping.

I guess I would stay in her room alone. Laying on her bed her scent surrounding me had me calm and at ease, even though I had many reasons to be a nervous wreck.

Samantha had to come up some time and then we were going to talk. Me and this 'talking' thing needs to end, I'm starting to sound like a chick.

When I opened my eyes the sun was pouring through the window. I looked over to the clock to see it was 8 am; I was late for school, which meant I wasn't going.

When I started to look around I realized I wasn't in my room, I was in Samanthas.

The night's events started to replay in my head. I ran my hand over my face, I was very stressed. The first time I tell a girl how I feel and she avoids me, that can't be a good sign.

I climbed out the window and down the tree, and made my way to my house.

I took a shower and got changed; I was going to talk to Samantha no matter what I had to do.

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Samantha's POV

When the last bell rang I walked to my locker.

Aya and Adam were already waiting for me.

"So did you finally realize that you're madly in love with Blake Frost?" Aya asked as she and Adam walked beside me to the front entrance of the school.

"For the last time no!" I said.

"Uh well Samantha, I think now you haven to." Adam said. I looked at him puzzled. All he did was point to the parking lot.

When I looked at the direction he was pointing at I saw him.

Blake was leaning against his motorcycle, arms crossed and ray ban sunglasses covering his eyes.

"Good luck!" Adam and Aya said in unison and pushed me forward in the direction of Blake.

This was not happening. This couldn't be happening. What was wrong with him? He couldn't at least give me a day to get over my shock.

I didn't even realize that my feet were moving towards him, until I came to a stop in front of him.

"Get on." He said emotionless.

"uhmm uh..." I struggled trying to think of an excuse.

"Now." Blake said strongly interrupting me.

I guess he wasn't in the mood to be argued with.

He handed me the helmet without even looking at me.

When the helmet was placed securely on my hand I let out a sigh and hopped on the hack of his bike, wrapping my arms around his strong stomach.

He took off quickly, and I could feel the wind hitting against the exposed skin between my shirt, and pants.

I couldn't even think about what I was going to say. The closeness of his body was making my thoughts into mush. The feeling of his hard abs beneath my fingers made me forget everything. All I could think about was running my hands over his warm solid body.

When the bike stopped, and the sound of the engine was shut off was when my thoughts began to come back to me.

I remembered this place, in the mountains. Blake took me here before and it was beautiful.

I followed Blake through the trees on the dirt path to the opening where we once laid together.

He sat on a rock and I just stood in front of him. We stayed there in silence for a few moments before Blake decided to talk.

"We need to talk." He said lifting the glasses from his eyes placing them over his head.

"When do we not need to talk?" I said with a sigh, knowing that this was it. This was going to be the end.

"I meant what I said last night." He said.

I just stood there biting my bottom lip, waiting for him to go on.

"When I'm with you everything's different." He said as he stood up and stepped towards me.

"I feel like im not just some bad boy player, I feel... better. Like I have a chance at a normal life. Like nething else matters." He said as he brought his hand up to gently brush my cheek.

I stood there silent, knowing he had more to say. I knew I should of stopped him and told him that it didn't matter we couldn't be together, but I couldn't. I needed to hear what he had to say. I needed to know that someone actually had feelings for me, if it was really love I'd never know, but at that moment I knew it was something. Something that made a fluttering sensation in my stomach. Something that I just had to enjoy while it lasted.

"Apart of me died a long time ago, with my parents. And as corny as it sounds, when im with you I feel whole again. I know we have something here, and I know it can't be just me. When we kiss I know you feel something too and you can't tell me you don't. Its way to strong not to be mutual."

I didn't even realize I was crying until Blake wiped a tear that was falling down my cheek.

"I don't..." I whispered.

"I can't." I continued.

How I managed to speak those words were beyond me. The word that wanted to come out of my mouth was 'yes', but I had to do my best to push it away. Love and happiness, it didn't last, it just always ended up getting taken away and leaving you hurt. I wasn't going to let myself get hurt.

I felt Blake's hand go completely still on my cheek.

I wouldn't look in his eyes, I couldn't. My eyes were focused on the blades of grass on the ground.

"You're lying." Blake said strongly as his both hands cupped my cheeks bringing my face towards him.

"No im not..." I said weakly.

"Then look at me!" Blake yelled, tightening his grasp on my cheeks.

But I wouldn't look at him.

"If you mean what you say then look at me god damnt!" He shouted.

I closed my eyes tightly releasing more tears and let out a ragged breath as my eyes met his face.

I studied his face, and saw the pain, hurt, and love in his eyes. His eyes were red around them, as if he were crying, but I didn't see a tear leak from his eyes once.

"I don't love you..." I said trying to make it come out as strong as I could.

"How could I love somebody who I barely know? Someone who won't even tell me more about him. If you can't tell someone everything about you, then you don't love them." I continued.

The hurt from his eyes filled his whole face with sadness for a second, but then it was just replaced by anger.

"You're lying! I know you are. You're just being stubborn. Why can't you just admit that it's possible for you to love! It doesn't matter what you don't know, or what im not telling you! It shouldn't change how you feel, you're just using it as an excuse!" He screamed inches from my face.

Now anger was rising through my body.

I had a lot of reasons why I couldn't do that. Love never proved to be successful in my life, and it wasn't going to be now.

I used all the strength I had to push Blake back.

As my hands crashed hard against his chest, I could tell he was surprised as he stumbled back.

"Love doesn't exist! What don't you get?! It only leaves people hurt and broken. Just because some bad boy player 'thinks' he loves me now, doesn't mean that he will next week, or next month. If I loved you and one day you decide to leave me, I don't think I'd be able to survive. You're right it doesn't matter what I know or don't know either way I don't love you!" I shouted, seeing the pain in his eyes for an instant and then he blinked it away.

"I don't think, I know! You're just scared, and I understand that, but you can't let your fears hold you back. When you love someone yeah, you take a risk. You give that person your heart, your love, you're everything and you have to trust them not to hurt you... Samantha you can trust me, I promise you." He said as he took my hands and held them tightly in his.

I just shook my head, not sure if I could take anymore.

"Please..." Blake pleaded.

"I have nothing left to give Blake." I said looking into his eyes, which were filled with hurt.

But again the hurt turned into anger, a moment later.

"Bullshit Samamtha!" He shouted, roughly letting go of my hands.

"You're just a coldhearted bitch" He shouted inches from my face.

I couldn't argue with that, because I knew it was true.

I could take his anger, the lashing out, and the hurtful words. I couldn't take the sadness, the hope, and pleading. Im glad he was angry, because I could deal with it.

I knew he was waiting for me to respond angrily, but I couldn't.

"Whatever Samantha, Fuck you! You could go to hell for all I care!" He screamed.

I flinched at the hurtful tone of his voice, and I could see a hint of guilt and regret cross his face but it was instantly hid by the sunglasses he pulled over his eyes.

Blale just stormed off angrily into the trees.

I stood there, alone, listening to the engine of his motorcycle slowly fading away as he got further and further away.

The once beautiful place that I laid with Blake one night was now cold and empty. As much as that hurt the both of us, I knew it was for the best.

I just sat there alone, until the sky started to dim.

I knew I had to call someone to come get me, but who?

I knew I couldn't call Kiefer he would be filled with questions, and then he would be angry.

I couldn't call Aya, she didn't drive. I wish I could call Adam, but I didn't have his number.

So as I skimmed the names in my cells contact list, and got to one that I wasn't expecting I hit call.

He was surprised to hear from me, and I wasn't sure that he would come. So I was thankful that he agreed happily.

After a while when I heard the sound of an engine I walked through the trees to the road, to see a black shiny pickup truck pulling to a stop.

When I walked over, opened the door and slid into the seat, I looked over to the driver's seat with a smile.

"Thanks so much for coming to get me, I didn't know who to call" I said.

"That's what friends are for." Trent replied with a smirk, as he drove down the road.