Blake Lilian Scott is my name. I live with my twin brother Lucas and my mom. What happens when my twin joins the Raven's basketball game and comes face to face with our younger brother Nathan.
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"Clay, I'm here for my morning laps. I even shaved certain... Areas to cut down on my time. And yours." I let let my head fall back in annoyance.
"Ugh. Just go away already." I groan to Kylie as I quickly sent a message to Jack to thank him for taking the kids to Junk and Fergie.
"Ugh. Don't tell me you're in there with that miserable slag again." She rolls her eyes from the pool.
"Sorry. I'm such a slag. You psycho bitch."
"Happy Birthday Beautiful." I smile at Haley as Kam and I entered her house. "Thanks!" "We brought blueberry muffins." "Your favorite." Haley gives us a sad smile, "Nathan and Clay are having car troubles. We may be by ourselves tonight." "Fun." "Quinns crimping her hair." "Oooh!" Kam yells running upstairs. "You sure you're okay?" I ask. "Yeah just a little down."
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(Blake's outfit)
"Hey, B! Someone wrote "slut" all over your car in lipstick. It's gonna be a bitch getting that off.." Tommy announces as he and Quinn walk over to me at the dance.
"You're right. Her name's Kylie."
"Hey, Grubbs. Thank you so much for tending bar tonight." Haley smiles at the man kindly.
"No problem. In high school, I was kind of a band geek. It's nice to come back as a cool bartender. As a moderately cool bartender. It's nice to come back as a bartender?"
"Alexander Coyne, this is Haley James Scott and Blake Scott." Brooke introduces with a grin.
"Hey. I'm a big fan."
"Oh, thanks. I am -- I am, too, of your detective work with tubbs."
"You know, this is a big night for Haley. When we were in high school, She was always trying to bring back the '80s fashion. You got your wish!" I joke playfully as Brooke giggles.
"Oh, I did! I did. Um, excuse me." Haley runs away.
"'Kay."
"It took me four hours to get that smoothie out of my hair bitch." I sigh as my eyes connect with Kylie's. "Yes, well, I'm the one who has to drive home In a car with "slut" written all over it." I snark sipping my drink.
"I was just trying to increase your chances of getting rear-ended."
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have poured smoothie on you. I apologize. Truce?" I bit out with a grimace.
"How american of you to pick a fight that you can't win. And just so you know, Clay told me that he didn't believe in love. So good luck with that."
"Yes this was my locker." I point at the door with Quinn standing beside me. Kameron and Mikey had snuck out to an abandoned classroom to "feel like kids" again. "Hey, can you help? My hair's stuck in the bloody door."
"How did that happen?" Quinn quirks a brow, already knowing who the girl wa. "Actually, I don't want to know. Never mind. I'll go find someone." I say pulling Q along with me. "No, don't go. I'm sorry I was such a bitch before." Quinn and I make eye contact before I nod.
"It's okay."
"No. It's not. It -- it's just... Clay told me that he didn't believe in love. And then you come along, and I realized what he really meant was that he didn't believe in love with someone like me."
"Kylie, there's more to it than that." I say with a sad smile.
"No. Guys see me as a body, someone to shag. I'm lucky if they even buy me breakfast. Here. Cut it." She held scissors out toward us.
"What?" "No way."
"Ugh. It's just hair. It's gonna grow back."
"No. You're drunk. And why do you have scissors in your purse?" Quinn wonders with a head tilt.
"I was gonna slash your tires."
"Oh."
"Just cut my hair, you bitch. Plus, it will still smell like strawberries, anyway." "You're a little coocoo aren't ya?" Quinn whispers quietly.
"Hey!" I smile as I peck Clays lips. "Mmm. I'm sorry I missed your dance." Clay whispers against them.
"It's okay."
"Is this where you went to school, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Show me around?"
"Okay."
" this was Whiteys office theb Lukes office. I'm not completely sure who's office it is now." Clay and I look around the coaches office. "Ever get lucky in an office?" Clay steps up to me. "Hmmm-" "Don't answer that I may get jealous." "Oh baby." "Have you ever gotten head in a coaches office?" Clay quirks his brow at me. "Nope." "You are now."
