Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Thought that was the end of the story . Then Blake showed up at my gallery . This wasn't some random encounter . He walked straight up to me . " Glad to see you're doing okay . Makes me feel better . " I smiled politely . " Thanks . " Blake looked stunned . Cleared his throat . " Could we … talk ? " Sitting face - to - face in the café , him studying his lap . Never thought I'd sit at the same table as Blake Ashworth as equals . He spoke first . " I fucked up back then . I checked the security footage - you never touched her lipstick . " He told me everything that day . How someone had wiped the lipstick on the floor , then put it back in Vivian's bag . How they'd drop cockroaches in my backpack , pour ketchup on my chair . How I'd sneak into the classroom at midnight to slip those socks in his desk . How I'd watch him study for hours , stealing glances when he wasn't looking . " Jesus , I'm sorry . I had no idea you felt that way . " " I was such an immature asshole . Should've known better . " Blake seemed genuine . But a couple sorry's couldn't undo being pushed off that ledge . I couldn't accept it . I waved for the check . " Blake , this doesn't change anything . The damage is done , and I'm over you . " As I stood to leave , he grabbed my wrist . " What if I said I like you back then too ? " " I know . " Blake went pale . 15:22 From ' Clingy Orphan ' to Unbothered Queen The Block Button Is My Best Revenge 27.4 % Chapter 8 " You'd draw stupid shit on my back during class.Always snuck me extra food . I saw all of it . But you were too chickenshit - scared of being labeled a loser for liking the poor girl . So you let them destroy me instead . " Every word drained more color from his face . Bullseye . " So save your bullshit like . I don't need perfect love , but I need someone who'll actually have my back . " Yanked my arm free and walked out without looking back . The rain had stopped . Sunlight hit the puddles , throwing rainbows everywhere . I exhaled deeply . Most of the weight lifted off my chest . Glanced back through the window - Blake had slumped back into his seat , shaking hands fumbling for a pill bottle . One pill . Two . Then the whole damn bottle . Staff rushed over . Ambulance sirens screaming closer . I stood at the crosswalk , watching them wheel Blake away . I'd noticed the scars on his wrists earlier . Even though he'd tried to hide them . Ugly and deep , like something crawling under his skin . Honestly ? I didn't know he'd gotten depressed . Had no clue it was this bad . But so what ? He wanted to die . I actually did it . Hailed a cab and sped past the ambulance . Water spraying everywhere . ( 0 ) Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!