𝖦𝖨𝖱𝖫𝖲 ℌ 𝖦𝖨𝖫𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖦𝖨𝖱𝖫𝖲

𝖡𝖮𝖮𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖢𝖫𝖴𝖡

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖶𝖮
BLAKE

Before Delilah walked me to my next class, we stopped by my locker. None of my flirting had gotten me anywhere.

"So you have History next period and after that is free period—" Delilah started.

"Are we really going to pretend that I haven't been flirting with you?"

She looked at him with a smile. "As I was saying, after that is free period but that's when Booster Club meets so I won't be able to meet you. You can take that time to explore the school."

"So we are."

"If I acknowledged everyone that flirts with me, I'd have no free time." She saw Tristan walking over and playfully rolled her eyes, "exhibit A."

"Lilah," the blond smirked.

"Tristan. This is Blake Gilmore, he just transferred. Blake, this is Tristan Dugray."

Tristan slightly nodded at him. "Yeah, I just met your sister. Anyway, how was your weekend, Li?"

"Very good, got a lot done. How was yours?"

"It was okay, would've been better if you let me take you out," he leaned against the locker next to her.

"What happened to Laura?"

Tristan shook his head. "You know you're the only girl I want, Li."

"Actually I don't because last week you were dating Laura and the week before that Tori and the week before that—"

"All to try and get you off of my mind." Blake rolled his eyes.

"Sure, I'm just not looking for a guy who dates every pretty girl he sees." Blake smirked.

"I'll wait for you, Li. See you at Booster Club."

Him in Booster Club? As if he's there for any reason but to drool over Delilah. "I'll wait for you, Li." He's so full of shit. He just wants to sleep with her. Wait a minute...

As the bell for free period rang, Blake wandered around and stopped a girl in the hallway. "Excuse me, do you know where Booster Club is meeting?"

She pointed at a door down the hall.

He then eyed the girl up and down. "Hey, what are you doing this weekend?"

She raised her eyebrow. "You're not going to Booster Club to try and ask Delilah Florence out?"

"Now if I were going to do that would I risk being late by asking out a beautiful girl like yourself? I happen to truly be a philanthropist."

The girl blushed and took out a pen. She wrote on his arm, 'Sierra J. 627-555-0079'.

"I'll make sure to use that. I hope to see you around, Sierra." He looked back at her as he walked down the hall.

She gave a flirty wave.

When he walked into the room, he knew what Sierra was referring to it was a room full of guys with a few girls.