BLAKE
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Two days later I've submitted my essay and my first week at Princeton is officially over. To be honest I have no idea how it's been that long already.
Which reminds me that it's also been a week since I've been living at the Kingstons' house. As Boyd promised they haven't bothered me and let me do whatever I want.
That's nice, but there's also been a few times Florence has tried to have me join dinner. I understand she's just trying to be sweet and welcoming, but I just don't feel comfortable intruding like that.
Refusing and finding excuses makes me look rude, which usually I wouldn't really care about, but that's not exactly the impression I want the people who are allowing me in their house to have over me.
Breaking my thoughts away, my phone starts buzzing with a call from Russ. He's probably the only person from Europe I still maintain contact, and overall one of the few people I have the patience to answer to.
"I was starting to think you forgot how to answer a phone." he remarks jokingly.
"Been busy."
"Liar, you're just lazy."
"Exactly, busy with sleeping." I place the phone on my bed and put him on speaker while I go over my clothes.
"That's probably why you don't have any friends" he refutes and I give him an look, ready to say something when he cuts me off "And I don't count, you know why."
I shrug, "Still have Boyd."
"He's almost twenty years older than you, and more of a babysitter than a friend exactly." Russ points out and sometimes— like right now— I wish he'd just shut up.
"Fuck off."
"Maybe another day." he winks not bothered by my annoyance "Anyway why are you staring at your closet like an idiot?"
"I'm choosing what to wear." I point to the clothes.
His brows raise, "Blake Killjoy Langford is going out? That's a new one."
To be fair, I'm surprised I'm going too. Usually I'd rather stay in but I guess I'd be staring at the ceiling the whole night so why not.
Worse thing that can happen is it being complete trash, which will just make me come back anyway. That or go for a night ride on my bike, can't say that sounds bad at all.
Russ helps me with the clothes and I waste an hour to get ready. It ends up being a basic white top with a scoop neckline, matched with a black shirt skirt with a sided cut. Lastly, so I don't die from the cold, I cover my upper body with a black leather bomber jacket.
I put on my black boots and add my white gold jewelry. When I'm ready, I get on my bike and drive off to the location Asher sent to the new groupchat I'm in. Spoiler: I haven't said a word there. Don't plan to.
Around fifteen minutes later I arrive at my destination and scan the place. Whatever frat boys' house this is, looks like a goddamn Christmas' tree with all the decoration.
A few seniors and sophomores are on the front smoking and chatting with each other, while the freshmen take over the entrance. It takes me full ten minutes to successfully enter the house.
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Hiraeth
Romance*COMPLETED* Blake Langford has both the looks and the brains, but she also has an attitude that can get her in trouble. Year by year, she sees herself changing cities and schools and senior year of college is no different. Knox Kingston checks eve...
