𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥, lived and breathed to torment her next door neighbor...
He was arrogant, egomaniacal, and strong headed.
But... 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦.
Growing up, the both were competitive. In school, on the field, at home. It was an ongoing...
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BLAIR MILLER
Yeah, so our stunt cost us both to be benched for two weeks along with detention after school, luckily for me detention was always filled with people. So it was fine.
I didn't have to talk to him for most of it.
But now... i'm ungrounded, which means I get to go to the party Georg is throwing.
Hell yes.
I was walking with Bill, considering we both knew we were going to get piss drunk and the car would stay at Georg's overnight.
We were carelessly taking turns out of my flask as we walked, pregaming per se.
I'd gone from bickering with Tom every day, to not talking to him at all and honestly... I'm good with it, it's better that way.
"I'm gonna hook up with a hot guy tonight." Bill nodded, and so did I. "Same."
"Really?" His eyes glimmered.
I sighed. "Maybe."
"Blair, you're as celibate as your grandmother, you need to get out there... y'know?" He nudged me, eh.
"Boys are distracting, they make me lose sight of what's important. Which is... my grades and soccer." I handed him back the flask.
"So, then, a girl." He winked.
It could be less complicated.
My sexuality was a sliding scale, if you're hot... you're hot, I don't make the rules.
"I mean come on... a good make out could be what you need to clear the cobwebs?" Bill threw his head back, finishing off our last bit of strawberry vodka.
"Cobwebs?" I grimaced.
My mouth parted open. "Am I giving off cobwebs?!"
"A little." He admitted, with a pout.
I huffed, going through the linen picket fence. "We'll see." I placed the flask in my bag, eyes narrowing to someone who was puking on the lawn.
The party started not even an hour ago, how are people already puking?
Bill held my hand while we made our way up the porch steps, the music getting louder once the door was open.
"Let's get some more Vodka." I dragged him to the drinks and poured a shot for us both.
