16 Year old girl Blaire goes to a boarding school, she struggles with mental health issues and faces struggles with a boy named Dylan who is always making fun of her, and tries his hardest to make her life miserable. But what happens when everything...
The light from the sun peeks through my curtains as i forgot to close them all the way before i fell asleep. I slowly open up my eyes and see that Dylan isn't on his bed on the ground. I shrug it off and just think maybe he's in the bathroom or something.
I close my eyes and roll over to turn positions but i get blocked by something warm. Or should I say someone. I open my eyes to see me laying on Dylan's chest. I look down and realise his hand is around my waist, It felt so comfortable I didn't want to wake him up. I went back to sleep in hopes he doesn't wake up either.
~1 hour later~
I wake up to Dylan's alarm going off and he wakes up too. He instantly slides his hand away from my waist and gets up. "sorry." he says. I don't know why he was saying sorry, i didn't mind. "It's fine, you just fell asleep that's all, besides it's uncomfy down there I don't blame you." I reply. He looks relieved and goes to the bathroom.
"You going to school today?" He asks me in hopes I would say yes. "Yeah I'll try" I say.
I get changed in my room while he is in the bathroom. I put this on:
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I was in the middle of putting my shirt on and Dylan walks out while I still have my bra showing. He opens the door and covers his face with his pajama shirt. "I'm so sorry' He apologises.
"It's my fault, I should've told you." I say. I tell him he can look now and so he does. He lowers the shirt and looks me up and down. He smiles and I swear he even bites his lip a little bit. It makes me blush and I start to admire his outfit.
His outfit:
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He really suited dark colors.
Once we stop staring at each other we look up locking our eyes and laugh. He notices I start to frown when I turn to the door and realise we have to go out to class. He walks over and puts his hand out for me. I grab his hand and he opens the door and leads the way out. We go down to our first class which is music so we were together.
Although we got a lot of stars from other people, he never let go of my hand and he never left my side. People knew we were kind of enemies, so I guess people were just as confused as I was.
