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 still can't remember if I dreamed up my conversation with Tom.
It's been a little over two weeks, and he hasn't spoken a word to me other than when it was mandatory for soccer purposes.
I don't think it was a dream.
I'd been getting closer with Noah though, I'm a little bit upset at the moment right now though. He couldn't spend Halloween with me, and I didn't feel like going to a stupid party. So, I don't know what to do.
"Yeah, my parents do this shit every year at their church... it's like an annual thing and I have to be there."
I'd recently learned his dad was a pastor.
I huffed.
"Bianca has to go to her lake house for this party her parents are throwing too... and the boys are going to a party. So, it's either I stay home alone or I go to the party. And I don't want to." I complained, and he frowned.
"I'll spend the day after with you." He kissed the top of my head, waving goodbye.
Oh. Right. Class.
I gnawed on my inner cheek, turning to my open locker. I stocked away my english book, taking out my chemistry one instead.
"Blair."
I clenched my jaw. "Yes?"
"Turn around."
I sighed, closing my locker and then turning around. Tom stood there, with seemingly two tickets in his hand.
What..?
"I was going to this haunted house thing, but I got bailed on. You wanna go?"
I—
Why would I?
"Why...?"
He shrugged. "You're the only person I know who isn't busy tomorrow night."
I looked down at my feet.
I didn't want to go with him.
But I don't want to be alone.
"What's the place called?" I questioned.
"The murder house." He said, ever so causally. Excuse him?
