This chapter is a small interlude of Blake's life. Coz I'm kinda having a writers block and I wanted to include a new storyline but I couldn't without a little backstory.
Few months back...
Blake's point of view*
"Hey so you coming to my place later?" I flirtatiously asked Francesca.
She shyly nodded and headed to class.
"Yes! Score!" I celebrated the second she walked out my sight.
"Damn bro, even the exchange student?" Ethan, one of my friend exclaimed. "She's the third one this month? Fourth?"
"Bro she's only here a month and you scored in a week." Damian excitedly joined.
"Well it's not technically a score yet." Ethan rolled his eyes.
"It will be, tonight." I smirked.
Three of us laughed as we walked off together.
The school bell rang as I quickly picked up my stuff and dashed to the class Francesca was in. I leaned on the wall outside her class trying to look cool. And I do. Girls wowed as they walk pass me. Eyes turned wherever I was. Some tried to flirt by twirling their hair, biting their lip, never got my interest. Unless they were extremely hot.😏
Just then, Francesca walked out of the class. Her fluffy dark hair and her tanned skin. Gorgeous. Am I nervous? *scoffs* I'm never nervous when it comes to girls. Never. Ain't a girl I couldn't get.
I smoothly pulled out a rose and handed it to her expressionless.
"Here." I said without a smile on my face. "I'll see you at eight." And without giving her a chance to speak I strolled down the hallway without looking back. Leaving her mesmerised and wanting more.
Wondering why would girls like this kind of guy? Please, I'm every kind of guy. I change according to situations.
Francesca is a beautiful girl. She'd be used to having guys simp for her, pay her compliments. So I acted like I didn't care. Enough to get her attention. But not too much she think I really didn't care at all. And that's how to get a girl 101.
I happily walked towards my car when suddenly someone shouted "JERK!" and something hard hit me causing me to fall frontwards as I saw a thick book fell to the ground. I got really mad as I swiftly stood up and turned around to see who has the guts to throw a fucking book at my head.
There I saw a mad, but quite good looking girl standing there glaring at me. I didn't know who was she..... or maybe I forgotten. Well I've been in similar situations before, except none of the girls were this violent, god. She's probably a girl heartbroken by me.
*Sighs* what to do I'm probably too unforgettable.
I took a deep breath, put on a slightly sadder face, "look, it's not you, it's me. When I decided to break up with you, it was one of the hardest decision I made....." I wanted to say her name but I can't remember.
"Oh save it, I'm not one your exes you jerk." She said, disgusted.
"What?" I said, a little mad thinking, well no need to act nice anymore. "Then who the fuck are you? And how dare you throw a book at my head?"
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Not So Average Life
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