My Mother, The Counselor

Chapter One

"Hey Mia." I heard Blake whisper behind me during English class. "Was extensions a choice? Or is that just something every fake-ass girl must get as part of their image?"

I tilted my head back slightly so that Blake could hear every word I was about to say. "So do wasters just not shower? Or is that your choice?" I could hear Blake about to say something, but I cut him off before he even began. "What are you even doing here? Class is better when you're not here which is pretty much every day."

"Well I thought maybe today I'd enrich my knowledge in poetry." Blake whispered closer to my ear than I would've liked.

"We're watching Romeo and Juliet. This has nothing to do with poetry." I look over my shoulder to give him a dagger look that would kill him if it could.

"Whatever, just wake me up when it's over." Blake leaned back in his chair and put his feet casually on the table.

I shot Mrs. Peters, our English teacher a look of disbelief as she was sitting at the back of the class, next to a large window playing candy crush on her iPhone. Blake was getting away with sleeping in class and I did not enjoy that fact. Anyone else would've been funny, but not this idiot. I coughed loudly and continued as if I had a throat infection, until Mrs. Peters looked up and caught Blake asleep in his chair.

Mrs. Peters rose from her comfortable spin chair, and stalked up to the top of the classroom to where her laptop was sitting. She paused the movie and the image froze on the screen of the projector. "Mr. Woods?" She called, sternly. Blake didn't move a muscle. "Mr. Woods!" Mrs. Peters shouted his name this time, and Blake jumped in his seat.

The whole class including myself laughed, as Blake sat up quickly in his chair and rested his chin on the palm of his hand, with his elbow propped up on the desk, his blue eyes twinkled in Mrs. Peters' direction and he flashed what looked like a pearly white smile against his tanned skin. "Yes Mrs. Peters?"

"Blake can you please tell me what has just happened in this scene?" Mrs. Peters asked Blake, gesturing towards the screen.

"Well.." Blake began what was a heartwarming story about how they both confessed their love for each other and how they said they would get married and grow old together.

The whole class erupted with laughter at Blake's attempt of covering his sleeping scheme up. "Not quite, Blake." Mrs. Peters calls over the laughter. "This scene is where Mercutio dies, and curses both the Montegue, and the Capulet households. Can you tell me what is the most well known quote from this scene?"

"Cremate me?" Blake says, squinting in Mrs. Peters' direction.

"A plague o' both your houses, I'm afraid Mr. Wood." Mrs. Peters scribbles on a piece of paper on her desk and rips it out of the notebook attached to it. "Detention."

*

As I turned to pull into my driveway, I was cut off by a piece of junk shooting across the front of my Mini Cooper. "Hey!" I yelled out the window as I slammed down on the horn.

Blake's face turn around and he cycled off, laughing. The fact that we live on the same road doesn't make hating him any harder. After a quick session of cursing in Blake's direction, I got out of the car, took my bag out of the passenger seat, and locked the door.

I opened the door to my dog, Sandy. Her tail was wagging so hard it could amputate a leg at a few hits. I threw my school bag under the stairs and headed for the kitchen. Having every class with Blake Wood made me crave Nutella, like all the time.

I reached up to the cupboard where the chocolate and hazelnut delight was stored, and just before I could get a grip on the handle, I heard the front door swing open.