Blake

Chapter | 1

A/ N : First Chapter is here guys . Please show some love if you like my story. 

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Blake Kingsley Harrington

          
Despite being invited to an off-campus party, Blake Kingsley Harrington, a notorious senior, reluctantly attends a family dinner at his mansion. Although he could be enjoying himself at the party, he chooses to spend time with his family, prioritizing their wishes over his own desires. Despite his reputation, Blake values his family's opinion and strives to do well in his final year of high school. However, he decides to attend the party afterward, knowing that his father would disapprove if he knew. Despite his rebellious nature, Blake acknowledges his father's power and influence, anticipating that he may discover his deception.

Approaching the party venue, loud music reverberated as I entered the crowded space.
Familiar faces emerged as I drove to the parking lot. Despite the freezing temperature, my layered clothing provided sufficient warmth.
People instinctively made way for me, some out of fear of incurring my wrath, fully aware of the repercussions of angering me. Upon entering the venue, I spotted my friends, who appeared surprised to see me, despite my earlier assertion that I wouldn't be attending.

"Hey man, I thought you weren't coming today." Demian says as he gives me a bro hug.
"Well, I changed my mind," I replied, hugging him back.

" Hey, glad you made it. The party was getting dull without you " Mason comments.
I grinned, knowing exactly what he meant. I'm the life of the party and can turn any boring gathering into a fun night.
"Alright, let's party tonight!" I yelled, and everyone cheered, raising their drinks.
The party has been ongoing for several hours, and while some friends have succumbed to drunkenness, I remains sober and observant.
To add excitement, we engaged in a game of beer pong, with me excelling and winning the first round against Jason. Despite Jason's jealousy, we commence the second game, and I maintains the lead. Amidst the game, I notice a familiar figure dancing, causing frustration and annoyance.

"Yo, why didn't any of you tell me my girlfriend was here?" I shot a glare at my friends.
Despite being instructed to stay away, Kristine and I remain in a relationship, albeit without communication for several days . Kristine has been avoiding my calls and messages, leading me to give her space and time to calm down.
I was also preoccupied with a trip abroad for a game last week, which prevented me from addressing the situation.
As l heads to the dance floor, I encounter people who seem indifferent to their situation.

  "What the heck, dude? You can't just leave in the middle of the game," Jason calls out to me.

"I'm done playing," I say flatly. Jason's face lights up.

"Does this mean I won?" Jason shouts as I'm already near the dance floor.

"Whatever," I mumble.
My gaze remained fixed on Kristine from the moment I laid eyes on her, oblivious to my presence as her back was turned towards me.
Elia, her best friend, however, noticed me standing behind Kristine and her eyes widened in surprise. Elia then cleared her throat and promptly walked away, leaving Kristine bewildered as she turned around to face me, her nose scrunching up slightly in confusion.
In a crowded and lively atmosphere, I approached Kristine, who seemed intoxicated.
Despite her initial sobriety, she was now smiling and cupping my face, her breath carrying the unmistakable scent of alcohol. Realizing her inebriated state, I knew she was still harboring resentment towards me.
As she pouted and hiccupped, addressing me  and expressing how much she missed me, it became evident that she was completely wasted. Taking responsibility for her well-being, I carefully led her away from the dance floor, holding her by the waist despite her playful protests to remain
Kristine became emotional while intoxicated, but I care for her deeply and despite our occasional fights, we always reconcile. After helping her into my car, I informed Mason and the others about our departure. Upon reaching my residence, I paused at the large gate to identify myself to the guard, who promptly recognized me and opened the gate. My dream of independent living came true when I purchased a house with my first soccer paycheck, followed by my dream car. I made some modifications to the house with the assistance of professionals, reflecting the desire for independence and high standards. I wanted my house to be comfortable and cozy .

Despite being perceived as a spoiled child due to my wealthy parents, my parents made sure to instilled the values of hard work and humility.
Contrary to rumors, my selection for a soccer team at a young age was based on merit, not influence. I am unconcerned with proving others wrong, my achievements are because of my own effort and hardwork.

Arriving home, I finds Kristine, who is inadequately dressed for the cold weather, already asleep . Concerned for her well-being and knowing that her dorm is an hour away, I decides to bring her to my house, despite the potential gossip it may cause. I carefully carries her to my bedroom, changes her into my oversized t-shirt, and tucks her into bed.
Despite having seen her naked before, I feels no discomfort in changing her clothes.
As Kristine mumbles in her sleep, I press my lips to her forehead and turns off the lights, feeling exhausted myself.  I then lies down beside her, pulls the blanket over us both, and succumbs to deep slumber.

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A/N : Hey guys it's just a short chapter for the first chapter in Blake's pov. I will try to make it long in next chapter.

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See you soon ;))..