9. Chapter 8
"B..Blake? What are you doing here?" I was petrified!
"Like I said...we need to talk. Now come sit down."
"Y/N! Y/N ARE YOU IN THERE!" Shit, I forgot about Luke.
"Get rid of him."
"Blake he won't go..."
"GET RID OF HIM!"
I ran to the door as quick as I could.
"Luke, I'm okay, he's not coming anymore." I said from the inside of the door.
"I don't believe you."
"Please Luke. Please believe me. I'm fine. I'll...ill ring you later okay?"
"Y/N I don't want I leave you. Open the door."
"Luke I said I'm fine! just go to our place."
"Okay?" Luke said questioningly.
What Blake didn't know is I was going to escape and run to our place, our treehouse.
"Our place?" Blake asked. Even his voice sent shivers down my spine.
"Y...yeh. It's a cafe. Have you not heard of it?"
"What cafés are open at..." He checked his watch. "12:30 at night?" Shit, he's on to me!
"Well it's called Our Place because it's where couples tend t...to go after a ni...night out."
"If I found out you're lying to me..."
"I'm not! Honest. Look it up if you don't believe me!"
"I believe you."
"Although..." Shit. "I would like to go to this cafe. Now. We need to talk over a cup of coffee."