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 walked to the end of the target, making my way to the tampons aisle.
I hate it when my period decides to sneak up on me, it's like... why?
I huffed, searching for the Playtex ones that I liked. I had the worst cramps, and I have a date tomorrow which makes it all that much worse. Like. Come on now.
I placed them in my basket, and walked down the aisle. I halted feeling a familiar presence.
I half turned to my right, seeing Tom standing in front of the condom/pregnancy test section. Oh hell no.
He's supposed to be celibate.
"Why are you in the condom aisle?" I placed my hands on my hips, my basket pressing against my upper thigh.
Tom looked me up and down. "Why are you in the condom aisle?"
I held up my box of tampons.
"Bloody." He nodded.
The fuck?
"You didn't answer my question." I crossed my arms. That was one of the rules.
He has to keep his hands to himself.
"I wanna fuck myself with condoms on, it makes it easier." He shrugged and lied straight to my face.
I took a couple of steps back, dropping my basket. I held up my tampons.
I let it fall, my foot launching forward. I used him as my goal.
The corner hit his cheek.
Tom placed a hand on his face, his jaw propped open in shock.
"Now I'm bloody." He whimpered, looking at the blood on his fingertips.
"I thought you didn't whimper?"
He cleared his throat, readjusting his tone of voice. "I don't," Tom said, in a deep octave.
Yeah, the fuck right.
He held his fingers against his face, dropping the condom box. Good.
"It's not fair, you're going on dates, and I can't even flirt."
I don't care if it's unfair.
"You want to win your side of the bet? You can't have sex, boohoo." I fakely pout.
