Damn.
“What’s your name, flyer girl?”
“My mother told me not to give my name to strangers,” I teased, flushing at my sudden boldness.
What was I doing?!
“I’m Blake James. Not a stranger at all, I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”
My jaw dropped.
Blake James?
As though he was amused by my reaction, Blake handed me a card, identical to the one his mother had given me earlier.
“Well,flyer girl, if you ever want to catch a movie sometime, drop me a message.” Blake winked at me, and my cheeks throbbed.
“Danni,” I said with a smile. “My name is Danni.”
“Danni,” Blake repeated, stepping close enough for me to smell the woody aftershave he wore. “Nice name. How old are you, Danni?”
“Eighteen,” I answered.
Blake nodded, his eyes locking with mine.
“You’ve left school, right?” I checked, praying he didn’t think I was strange for knowing so much about him.
“Yeah, two years ago. My cousin was playing today, that’s why I’m here,” he explained, chuckling to himself. “Are you okay? You’ve gone a little red.”
“Yeah, it’s a little on the warm side today, isn’t it?” I fanned myself with the leaflets as he nodded.
“Yeah. It’s hot.” Blake held my gaze until I glanced away when someone called my name.
“Danni! Elton wants to know if you’ll go with him to—argh!”
I turned to see Freddie Richards being manhandled by Elton Morehay and Carter Halstrong, two guys in my year.
My eyes skimmed over Elton who gave me an apologetic smile, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell that was about.
“Friends of yours?” Blake asked, stepping closer to me.
“Yeah. They’re in my class.”
“Where does Elton wanna take you?” Blake inquired, intrigued. “Because it looks like I’ve got some competition for a date.”
Is he being serious right now?!
“Erm, it was lovely to speak to you, but I’ve got to go.” I shoved the remaining leaflets into my bag, cursing when I checked the time.
“Hey, Danni,” Blake called after me. “Don’t forget to text me. I need your number to arrange that date.”
He wants to date me. Oh my God.
My hands trembled as I dug my phone out of my bag, punching in his number from the card. I sent a quick ‘hi’ and held up my phone.
“All done. I hope your mom gives Barbara the job,” I said, breaking his gaze.
“Speak soon, I hope.”
