Dude's A Lady

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Chapter Twenty Five

“You owe me a dance now.” Blake reminded me flashing his dazzling smile.

“Oh and why is that?” I raised my eyebrow challenging him. Blake smirked and gestured to the guy slumped on the ground next to us.

“I just defended your honor for the second time tonight.” he pointed out.

And that he did. Once again, a drunk stranger attempted to hit on me. All was well and I could have handled him, but Blake stepped in.

“I don’t need you to rescue me, I do that just fine.” I retorted stepping over the poor sap and making my way towards the crowded living room. It was no surprise when Blake fell into step with me.

“I’m sure you can save yourself, but it’s always nice to have a helping hand. Don’t you think?” he asked cocking his head to one side, playfully. It was hard to imagine that this was the same boy who cornered me in a locker room four months ago.

“One dance and that’s it.” I relented because even though it wasn’t necessary, I appreciated that he defended me. That and I wouldn’t mind just one dance with him.

“That’s all I need Vivi.” he smiled taking my hand and lead me towards the back yard where we started our night.

“Everyone’s dancing inside-” I frowned confused as Blake lead us farther away. “Why are coming outside? I thought you wanted a dance?”

“I do, but I don’t want to bump and grind to bad music.” he replied when we reached the backyard and found a spot by a bench. Blake fished his pockets and produced his phone and scrolled through it.

“What are you doing Orton?” I raised my eyebrow.

“I am looking for the right-ahh there we go.” he smiled proudly as the opening chords of, Baby I’m Yours played.

“I love this song!” I cried out happily.

Blake laughed and took me in his arms. I tentatively wrapped my arms around his shoulder and we swayed to Alex Turner’s crooning. Our bodies working like two magnets coming together with a powerful pull.

“I know, that’s why I played it.” he smiled softly revealing two deep dimples.

“Wait—you remembered?” I asked awe-strucked. It had been so long since our first night in the park and he remembered my favorite song?

“Y-yeah that’s not weird is it? Because if it makes it feel less weird, I remember the entire script of Breakfast Club. I just remember things and it’s not weird and you’re nothing special….I MEAN YOU ARE SPECIAL BUT NOT IN THE WAY WHERE IT LOOKS LIKE I’M SOME WEIRD STALKER BECAUSE I’M NOT!” he rambled and if I hadn’t placed my hand over his mouth, I doubt he would have stopped. When he saw me giggling, he visibly relaxed.

“I don’t think it’s weird at all.” I assured him, “It’s cute and you are totally lying about memorizing the entire script of Breakfast Club.” I teased him. I moved my hand away and Blake’s smiled broadened as if taking my challenge.

Saturday…March 24, 1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois. 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon…we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us…in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athelete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at seven o’clock this morning. We were brainwashed… ” Blake recited the opening quote of the movie flawlessy.

“Alright so you weren’t lying.” I smiled impressed. Blake just stared at me for a moment too long and it made me feel vulnerable. As if he could see me—really see me in that genuine way.

Before I could decipher anymore and give myself an anxiety attack, Blake spun me around and dipped me. My eyes widened in shock.

“Whoa there big dipper.” I gasped as he brought me back up.

“I try.” he shrugged throwing me a dazzling smile. Then he placed his hand on my waist and we swayed in silence. The song drifted me off into the lyrics and I rested my head on his shoulder.

I closed my eyes without thought and let myself go. All logical sense went out the window because I wanted to enjoy the moment. I didn’t think of Sawyer and Sophia somewhere making up. I didn’t think of Nicky or the unfinished designs of my winter final. I didn’t even think of Ty who had been acting out of character since I arrived in Illyria again.

The moment belonged to Blake and I. It belonged to the lyrics of the song. It belonged to the harvest moon we danced under, and the goosebumps on my arms, it was Blake’s warmth, his hold on me. It was Blake. It was theirs—I was theirs.

So we danced.


“Can we talk to you Vivi, alone?” Sophia asked when Sawyer and her found Blake and I in the backyard. We had danced to an entire playlist and it felt like no time passed.

I untangled my body away from Blake as he gave me a shy smile. Then he gestured for me to go off.

“I’ll be back Orton and next time can you try not to step on my toes?” I teased him. Earlier he had stepped on me and I had used every opportunity I had to pick on him.

“That was once King!” he whined but you could hear the humor laced in his voice.

Sophia grabbed my hand and yanked me away forcefully. She looked like a girl on a mission and I was the rag doll causality.

“What is wrong with you? Where’s the Nordstrom sale?” I joked as she pushed me further in the party. But as we moved past people, I noticed the party had pretty much thinned out.

“Get in.” she demanded pointing at a coat closet. I frowned confused and looked to Sawyer for an explanation.

“What the hell man?”

“Just get in, we have stuff to talk about.” Sawyer sighed. I rolled my eyes and entered the closet and Sawyer and Sophia piled in after.

“Okay why are we in the closet? Wait are we going to sing R.Kelly’s song ‘trapped in the closet’? Bro—I love that song!” I beamed with giddiness, “Go on tell her how much I love that song!” I prodded Sawyer who looked beyond annoyed.

Sawyer begrudgingly turned to Sophia who looked a little weirded out. “She loves the song more than she loves me.” he stated flatly.

“Really?” Sophia raised her eyebrow.

“I love a lot of things more than Sawyer. Clothes, music, cat videos, Tom Hiddleston.” I listed off and I could have continued but I didn’t want to make Sawyer feel bad.

“I love him too, he’s so hot. He is such a sweetheart in real life and I think that’s what I find attractive about him.” Sophia sighed dreamily.

“I’m standing right here you know?” Sawyer whined like a jealous child. Sophia rolled her eyes and nudged his ribs.

“Yes and somewhere in the house your girlfriend is walking around.” she retorted so bitterly that I cringed.

“Yeah….and that’s why we have Vivi here.” Sawyer pointed out frantically before Sophia could attack him.

“Excuse me? Please refrain from dragging me into your emotional fuck pie.” I made clear because let’s be honest—my plate is already full.

“Oh come on Vivi, we need you. You have the power to overthrow Nicky.” Sophia pouted. I raised my eyebrow finding sudden interest in their drama.

“Genius you say?” I smirked.

“She didn’t say anything about being a genius.” Sawyer stated flatly.

“But she should have.” I pointed out being difficult for the hell of it. “Whatever you need, count me in. I’ve just convinced myself.” Sophia and Sawyer collectively roll their eyes.

“We need you to break Nicky and I up.” Sawyer said bluntly. I widened my eyes in disbelief because I was just now understanding how drunk my brother and Sophia were.

“You too are too wasted to function.” I mumbled, “You do know you can solve this on your own right? Just break up with her and tell her it’s over.”

“Yeah but-“

“Nu-uh it’s not difficult. I’m not gonna let you make this difficult. Go out there and grow a pair and tell her. This is not a sitcom where we devise a scheme for a simple solution.” I argued making a move to leave the closet. But Sophia’s voice stopped me.

“But you agreed to pose as your brother and that was a simple solution too.” she said and I stopped dead in my tracks.

“How did-”

“We talked for awhile and I realized I was done with all the secrets. So I told Soph.” Sawyer explained. I turned to Sophia in shock.

“You know?” Sophia beamed and nodded proudly. I expected her to storm away or smack both Sawyer and I both. We both put her through a lot since we’ve met her.

“And I know my brother knew too. I’m surprised you all kept this secret this long. But I am questioning who I actually like. You or your brother.” she pondered mockingly.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Sawyer and I chorused together.

“Twin powers, fucking epic!” Soph cried out happily. “So will you help us?” She asked batting her big blue eyes that reminded me too much of her brother.

“What do you need me to do?” I sighed in defeat. Then again if it meant torturing Nicky—I’m more game than march madness.

“We need you to summon your inner most evil side tomorrow at thanksgiving and give that bitch a run for her money.” Sophia growled. It was the first time I’ve ever seen her act so….angry. Then again, Nicky has the power to turn even the most sweetest people.

“Consider it done—but I’m going to need assistance.” I smirked as my plan started to turn in my head.

“Whatever you need.” Sawyer smirked reading my mind like an open book.


After relaying my plan to ruin thanksgiving and making a few emergency calls, Sophia and Sawyer let me go. They enjoyed my evil diabolical plan to get rid of pesticide.

You may call her Nicky but I prefer icky Nicky.

Thanksgiving was going to be memorable. Especially with what I had planned. I almost feel bad for Nicky—but then I remembered how much I hated her. That and Sophia really makes my brother happy.

“Blake you’re still out here?” I asked when I found him sitting on the bench by an old oak tree. “I’ve been gone for about an hour, I would have thought you left by now.”

Blake shrugged and gestured for me to take the seat next to him. I smiled and joined him.

“I didn’t have anywhere to be. So what did Soph and your brother need?” he asked curiously switching topics.

“Just a plan to chase my brother’s girlfriend away-” I waved off dismissively. I paused when I saw his confused expression. “Long story but I’m recruiting some friends to help me. They should be here tomorrow night.”

“So am I a part of this plan?” he smirked his eyes lighting up with mischief.

“Don’t you want to spend time with your family? It’s thanksgiving and it’s a pretty big deal.” I didn’t want to pry Blake away from his family. My family alone was crazy but what I had planned for icky Nicky was on a whole other level.

Blake looked away and I knew I struck a chord. His whole body just sort of shrunk back. Like a primal instinct by the mention of his family.

“We don’t celebrate together.” he said vaguely. However I wouldn’t settle for that. I don’t respond well to people shutting me out, it’s not in my nature.

“Did I say something? Because if I did, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Blake.” I apologized profusely. Then as if instinct kicked in, I grabbed his hand. This brought his attention back to me.

My heart broke for him when I found his eyes were rimmed in tears. The boy who I had thought would never cry actually did. This was one of those moments that will burn your memory for years.

His raven hair russled in the wind. The blue in eyes glistened in tears. His skin paled in moonlight. And his hands trembled in mine.

“Don’t be sorry for me Vivian. I promise I’m fine.” he tried to say with conviction. Instead I heard the tremble in his voice.

“I’m not trying to pity you-“

“Yes you are.” he sighed tiredly. “I know that look and I don’t want your pity.”

“What look am I giving you?” I asked softly squeezing his hand.

Blake yanked his hand back. My heart dropped into my stomach but I tried not to show my hurt. It hurt so fucking bad to see him so cold again.

“The look of pity Vivian. It’s the look everyone gives the poor foster kid. I hate it and I don’t want to see that look on you.” he rambled furiously and it was in his words that he revealed himself.

The brooding Blake Orton was a foster kid. Someone who didn’t have anyone and I did the one thing he hated most.

I felt pity for him.

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