Chapter | 17
Tell you about
I groan as I struggled to get out of his iron grip.
"What is going on here?" My uncle asked.
He looked at Blake and suddenly smiled widely.
What the heck?! He never smiles at anyone besides his family!
"Blake! Long time no see. You have grown to a fine boy, I see."
Blake shook my Uncle's hand with one arm whole holding me with his other.
"And Alexis. What did you do this time?"
"I-What?! Uncle John! Blake here kidnapped me against my will!!!" I complained.
"Finally! It took you 10 years to finally got the guts to kidnap her."
"What?" Hold up. What is going on?
"Ha-ha. Um. She doesn't remember," Blake whispered.
My uncle's eyes widen before sighing.
"Well, that's up to you then. Well, you can take her, but I'm telling you. She is a handful."
He chuckled as he walked inside with Peter and Ashley. Traitors!!
I looked up to see Blake smirked at me.
"See. I told you your uncle knows me. And now you are mine," he grinned after he finishing speaking.
I spit in his face and tried to run away but I end up in the same spot. I turned back to Blake and gave him a sheepish smile.
"Hehe?" I let out a nervous chuckled.
His facial expression was showing anger but his eyes held amusement.
"You are getting bolder, gattina."
I scoff at him.
"Just shut up and bring me to your house since I have no other choice."
He made a disapproval noise.
"It's not my house," I stared at him in confusion. Did he steal the house? Can you steal a house?
"It's our house," he corrected me.
"Wait a minute. How is it our house?" I asked him.
"You're going to be Mrs. Peterson in the future so it's technically your house too. Plus you are living there with me," he clarified everything.
"Wait what?! Future Mrs. Peterson?! Woah there buddy. I don't even know you."
"Actually you do," he mumbled.
"Nah. You must have gotten the wrong person. I don't have any friends or talk to anyone other than Ashley and Peter."
"Well, what? Are you trying to say we were friends?" I asked him.
"No," he quickly said.
"Right...can we just go home now? I want to eat food."
He got into the car after he made sure I was in the car.
"What you want to eat?"
"...Popeyes" I replied after debating over what I wanted to eat.
He stopped in front of Popeyes and order some sandwiches.
"Um no. I want a whole chicken box. Not a sandwich. I want an actual Popeyes chicken!" I scowled at him.
His eyes widen slightly as he corrected his order.
"That will be $26.85," a girl around our age said.
I notice the way she was taking forever to give us our food as she drooled over Blake. Blake on the other hand was not interesting.
I don't know why but I felt happy that he didn't give her attention.
"Listen here, you look like a Britney. Can I have my food now?"
She scoffed as she glared at me.
"Who do you think you are? I'm trying to talk to him, bitch!"
"I'm a customer demanding her food. I didn't come here to wait for an hour to get a simple Popeyes chicken. You know I can just simply get you fired."
Her eyes widen as she quickly gave me my food.
"Thank goodness. I thought I was going to starve to death!"
"Pig," I heard her mumbled.
"Thanks for the compliment," I yelled back at her.
Blake drove away was crumpling a piece of paper.
"Yo. Thanks for the food. Can you buy me snacks now?"
He glanced at me for a split second before looking at the road again.
"After that little scene at the Popeyes drive through you still want food? And I bought you a box of chicken..."
I glared at him.
"This isn't enough! And besides food is my everything. If you can't give me food you can't have me. Simple as that."
I shoved some chicken in my mouth as I stared out the road.
This is chicken is good.
I heard Blake let out a sigh.
"What do you want?"
"You know you will end up feeling sick later, right?" He asked.
"Yup. And I don't care. As long as I have food I'm happy."
I saw him rolled his eyes as he made a turn to Dairy Queen.
"You're welcome," he grumbled as he once again bought me food.