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
I swung my feet around in my chair, paying attention to the video that was on screen.
There was nothing more I hated than taking notes, you miss two seconds and it's like 'Oh, sorry. You don't get the privilege of writing that down for your test.'
It's bullshit.
I gasped, hearing the door burst open. Thirty heads swiveled to see who it was.
Luke..?
"Is Blair Miller in here?" He questioned, in the calmest voice known to man.
"Luke, get back to class." Mr. Rodriguez pointed to the front door.
He scanned his eyes around the room, almost as if he was tracking me. Confusion etched on my face as I waved in his direction.
He walked towards me, handing me a paper folded up in half.
"You've been served."
And then he walked away.
I kept my eyes on the door until it shut again, what the hell?
The class settled back down, and I took it as the opportunity to open the note.
YOU'VE BEEN SERVED BY TOM KAULITZ
I rolled my eyes.
This includes the following. 1: You'll really be served because I got you food. 2: This was really smart, right? Anyway, you must sneak behind the bleachers today for lunch. 3: Did Luke scare you? Please say he did.
ANYWAY. DON'T MISS IT. Or else this could be taken to court.
Sincerely, Tom.
He really is an idiot, isn't he?
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I held onto the straps of my pale blue Jansport backpack, not exactly sure what I was looking for.
I reached the far end of the bleachers, seeing the edge of a picnic blanket laid down.
He has to be joking. Correct?
I turned the corner, stopping in front of Tom sat down on the floor... and two McDonald's bags with candles all around them.
