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A Student/Teacher romance. Killian JonesxOC
After her father is arrested in connection with the disappearance of her mother, 17 year old Blaire Nolan has no choice but to be completely...
A/N: Soooo this was supposed to be published two days ago, but I kept adding things to it. It was also only supposed to be a filler chapter but 7200 words later here we are XD I really wanted to do just a really cutesy fluff filled chapter with Blaire and Killian before I go straight back into the realm of angst. So thats what this chapter is. 90% Fluff, 9% humorous suspense and because its me 1% Angst at the end of the chapter xD I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know in the comments!
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Blaire I walked around my room packing things for a weekend stay with Killian for Valentines day when there was a light knock on the wall outside my open door. I turned and smiled at David. "Hey." I said. "Hey. Breakfast is ready." David said. "Okay I'll be down in a minute." I said. David gave me an almost pitiful look when he saw my duffle bag on the bed. "A whole weekend at Wendy's huh?" He asked. "Are you going to be okay all weekend?" "I'll be fine. Are you going to be okay?" I smirked. "We'll see." David chuckled. "I just worry about you and Emma a lot. I do have to ask.. Is there something more between you and Wendy?" Why on earth does everyone think Wendy and I are together? "No. She's just my friend Uncle David." I chuckled. "Both of us are single and just want a girls weekend in rebellion of Valentines day." I lied. It was getting to the point where I was beginning to feel guilty for lying to him but there was no way he could know. At least not yet. "I understand.. I think." David gave me a half smile. "You have your medications packed? What about warm clothes? It's supposed to snow this weekend." "Yes.I have everything. You aren't going to hide in the back of my truck are you?" "Don't tempt me." David chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Dad Stop." I groaned and flattened my hair and then seeing David's expression, I realized what I said. I quickly looked away and swallowed hard. "Sorry.. I didn't mean to say that." I said. "Hey... its okay." David said "Its not though. You're nothing like him." I sighed and sat down on my bed. David sat next to me. "I look like him though. Its really okay, I expected that long before now honestly." "I wish.." I started and chewed at my nails. "I wish you were my dad. I feel like I got the short end of the stick.. And maybe thats horrible for me to say but even if my dad didn't murder my mother...he messed me up and its not fair." "I know its not fair Blaire and I wish things were different too It killed me knowing you weren't here where you knew you were loved...not that he didn't love you, he just didn't know how to show it." "Yeah.." I sighed again. "Don't ever think I'm offended by you calling me Dad. I have plenty of room in my heart for two daughters Blaire." David smiled and put his arm around my shoulders.I gave him a half smile and put my head on his shoulder. Maybe... just maybe he wouldn't freak out if I told him what I was really doing this weekend and then maybe I wouldn't feel so bad for lying. "Uncle David?" "Yeah?" He asked. Don't do it Blaire. Bad idea abort mission "Waffles or pancakes?" I asked. "For breakfast." Smooth Blaire. "Waffles, you better get down there before Emma eats them all." He chuckled and stood up.
