My Mother, The Counselor

Chapter Three

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Picture of Blake attached.

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"No way." Molly held her hands up to her temples and her eyes showed a look of disbelief. "How will you deal with his stupidity?"

"I don't even know." I flop my head on the lunch table and mutter curse words under my breath. I had just told Molly about my duty as the best English student in the class and she was having as hard a time accepting it as I did.

"But.. but.. he's just so - "

"I know."

"And so - "

"You don't think I know?"

Just then, Blake sped past us but soon stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw Molly and me. "See you later, Mia." He gave me a mock salute and gave me a wicked smile. "What's today's lesson?"

"Today's lesson Blake, is how to be a normal, decent human being." I remarked, raising my head from the table.

Blake paused for a moment, and had a look in his eyes as if he was actually hurt. He brushed his hand through his chestnut hair and stuffed his hands in his two front pockets of his jeans. He gulped slightly and said "I look forward to it." He walked away slowly, his smile fading slightly, and sat with his only friend, Stephen.

"I think that was the first time I've ever seen Blake have a hint of feelings." Molly said, sounding slightly amused.

"Yeah." I chuckled. Although I had felt kind of bad about what I had said. Then I remembered what he called me at the party on Friday, and I didn't feel so bad anymore. I tucked back into my cheese fries, and shrugged it off.

*

"Shit Mia. You've got a nice crib." Blake said, staring at every aspect of my minimalistic hallway. From the white tiles, to the large marble staircase leading upstairs. "Of course someone like you just has to live here."

I snapped my head around to face Blake as I slammed the front door closed. "What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped.

"Well you're the prissy popular girl who has her head in so many people's asses that it's hard for you to breathe. Of course you'd have a house like this. Perfect for inviting your fake friends over for brunch and a gossip about your other fake friends." Blake slid his index finger on a picture of dad and me hanging on the wall. "Might want to get a new cleaner though." He raises his finger to show the dust collected from the top of the frame.

I could feel my heart pounding so hard I thought it was going to fall out of my chest. My teeth clenched with anger. I took a deep breath. "Let's just get this over with."

I led Blake into the study and sat him down at the large mahogany desk. "Where are your books?" I asked Blake, gesturing towards his empty looking school bag.

Blake laughed and managed to get out "Do I honestly look like I have books?", he leaned back in his chair and put his feet up, quite like he did in English before. "Just let me sleep. Wake me when your mom comes in."

I slapped his legs off the table. "Get your dirty legs off my table."

"Oh, you're table?"

"The table." I corrected myself. "Why do you feel the need to sleep all the time?"

Blake paused for a moment before replying with a shrug "I just like to sleep, okay your highness?"

"Whatever. Let's get started so we can finish." I said, taking my English books out of my bag. "Let's start with Romeo and Juliet, since you showed your knowledge on it very clearly last week."

"Shakespeare. My man." Blake said, thumping his chest twice and flashing a peace sign.

"Are you trying to be funny or something?" I glared at Blake, who was slouched in his arm chair.

"Nope." Blake smirks. "Just have a gift for it."

"Clearly." I replied sarcastically. "So let's start with the Balcony Scene. This is the scene you described the other day to Mrs. Peters. Tell me what happens in it."

"Ok I'm gonna be honest with you." Blake sat up slightly in the chair. "Isn't the whole play what I described to Mrs. Peters?"

I sighed. "No, Blake. It's not."

This was going to be a long evening.

*

Once Blake left my house, I ditched my grey shift dress and white sandals for another pair of yoga pants and a half zipped white jumper. The contacts were out, and the glasses were on. I took my make up off from that day too, and slipped my hair into a messy side braid. I had to get the rest of my homework done, and after a whole evening of Blake Woods saying how hot the girl who played Juliet in the movie is, my brain was fried.

I lay on my bed, surrounded by school books. I had mellow music playing in the background and I was on a roll. I had my mind in a rightful place when I heard the doorbell ring. Mum was out for dinner with her friend, and Lucy had the day off for her daughter's birthday, so it was just me at home.

I let out a loud groan and painfully pulled myself off my bed. Whoever this person at the door was deserved to die. Whoever they were, they had rang the doorbell five times in the space of time it took me to walk down the two flights of stairs to the front door. I opened up the door slowly and peered through the crack. I felt something stab my insides as I saw who it was on the other side of the door.

"I forgot my pencil." Blake said with a smirk, as he charged into my house and into the study.

"Come in, you're always welcome." I replied, with an obvious sarcastic tone.

"Cheers bruh." Blake called over his shoulder, waving his hand in the air as he entered the study.

I followed Blake into the study. Who knew if he was going to steal or something? That would be something Blake Woods would do. He's a freak. I leaned against the door frame as Blake searched the study for his pencil which was about the size of my pinky finger. "Hurry up okay? I'm in the middle of homework."

"Homework?" Blake asked, then he let out a loud, ignorant chuckle. "You kiss ass to teachers too?"

"Excuse me." I began, standing up straight. "But doing homework doesn't mean I'm kiss assing. It simply means that I would like to actually graduate. Something that you would never understand nor ever do."

"Hey, if I don't graduate, it's on your ass Moore." Blake opened the top drawer of the desk we were seated at. "There it is!"

"What do you mean it's on my ass? It's still your fault if you don't pass. I'm merely being a good person and helping your idiot ass out." I said. My eyes narrowed. "Just get your idiot ass out of my house please."

Blake stood up straight and cocked an eyebrow. "There has been a lot of mention of asses in this conversation, Moore. Something you're considering?"

"Just get out of my house, pig." I replied, pointing towards the front door.

Blake raised his arms in surrender and started making his way out of the study and through the hallway, with me walking close behind him. Blake opened the door swiftly. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to face me.

"Your hair is nicer like that." He said, to my surprise.

Was Blake Woods paying me a compliment? It was probably some joke.

"Funny, Woods." I scoffed, trying to get him out the front door.

"No." Blake continued. "I mean it. And you shouldn't wear so much make up normally. I like your face bare, even if you do look like a ghost."

"What a twisted compliment, but I'll accept it. Bye, Woods."

Blake picked his skateboard up from the porch, and skid away from my house and down the street.

Weird.