Adopted by Olivia Benson: Part 2

Listen to Me

*Blake's POV*

The next day, I woke up to my phone ringing in my ear. I picked it up and saw that it was Bentley calling. "Hello?" I groaned.

"Hey. Were you sleeping?"

"Kinda."

"Wake up beautiful, it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon," I immediately sat up, took in my surroundings, and looked at the clock. "Must've been tired, huh?"

"I guess. So what's up?" I yawned.

"Um, I'm in town and I wanted to go hang out somewhere. You up for it?"

"Yeah, sure," I paused, remembering that I wasn't at home. I was still at Amanda's place. "But I'm not home."

"Well just give me your address and I'll have my chauffeur pick you up." I gave Bentley the address and he told me they'd be there in twenty minutes. "Okay, I'll see you when you get here."

"Okay, bye."

I hung up and ran to the living room to find Amanda slumped over the couch sleeping. I walked over to her and nudged her arm. "Mandy," I said and she groaned. "Mandy, wake up."

"Hmm?"

"Get up. I wanna ask you something."

Her eyes flickered open and she looked at me. "Uh, Blake, what time is it?" Concern filled her voice as she stared at me with wide eyes, not bothering to move. "A few minutes after two." She scrambled off the couch and grabbed her phone. "Son of a b-" Amanda caught herself before letting the curse word slip from her lips. She must have remembered that I was standing there. "Shoot! I'm late for work!" I followed her and leaned against the door post, watching her swiftly gather clothes. "Cregan's called me so many times. You didn't hear my phone ringing?"

"Nuh uh," I shook my head. "I just woke up too."

"Gaah!"

While she was in a rush, I thought I'd take the opportunity to ask her about Bentley. Asking a person about something when they're in a rush is just like asking them something when it's four in the morning and they're asleep. "Can I go with one of my friends?"

Amanda pulled her shirt over head and fluffed her hair with her hands. "Sure. Where ya goin' sweet pea?"

"I dunno. Maybe to the mall or something,"

"Do I know this friend?" She quickly stuffed her legs in her jeans and wiggled a little to get them up. I folded my arms and rolled my eyes. Detective Rollins. "No, but my mom does."

"And would she be okay with you going?" Amanda was now out of breath. She brushed her blonde hair back into her signature ponytail and brushed past me, hurrying into the bathroom. I followed. I didn't really know the answer to her question so I hesitated. Since mom kinda approved of Bentley and I, she wouldn't mind me hanging out with him, right? "Yeah, she's totally cool with it."

"Well it's cool with me," she mumbled, her mouth full of foam from the toothpaste. She spat into the sink and rushed to the kitchen, almost knocking me over in the process. "Sorry, sweet pea." I nodded, signaling that it was okay. "You need money? Like to take the bus or anything?"

"No, I'm getting picked up by the chauffeur,"

"Rich kids," Amanda groaned with a roll of her eyes. She grabbed her badge and gun from the kitchen counter and clipped them to her belt. She grabbed an apple and placed her sunglasses on the top of her head. "Well here's fifty bucks for shopping or food you might want to buy," Amanda placed the bill in my hand and rushed to the door. "Have a great time." Surprised that she'd given me money, I watched as she flung the door open and slammed it behind her. "Thanks." I said in a question like tone even though she couldn't hear me.