63: The Good Grief

TAYA's POV : I had to do a double look to make sure that it was in fact Blake Harrison, standing right in front of me. In front of Judah's house out of all places. I was so shocked to see him, but the craziest thing was that he wasn't even surprised at all to see me. It was like he was already expecting me to be there. "Hey," he said calmly. "Uh... hi,” I stammered. I looked around to see that he was alone. Judah and his bike was already gone. “W—what are you doing here?" "I came to find you,” he replied. “How’d you know I’d be here?” “I was following you, all through the town," he explained, pausing for a beat as he said, "Can we talk?" "Following me all around town? That's kind of creepy, Blake," I narrowed my eyes at him and held onto the door. "No, actually that's just plain creepy," If Blake was trying anything funny, I was ready to slam the door shut at any moment. But he wasn’t doing anything. He just let out a sigh and said, "Yeah. I guess you can say I'm desperate. I just can'