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
"Please let me go to school!" I whined from the couch.
"Doctor was clear, you need to rest for the next few days."
I'd rather walk it off.
"But mom!" I pounced on the couch, this damn fucking knee brace.
They gave me it and it was ugly. I don't want to wear it. "It's okay, you'll have some company anyway."
Company?
Company who?
She noticed my confusion.
"Simone said Tom can stay home to make sure you don't starve to death."
I'll do just fine on my own?!
"No, mom, please. If you've ever loved me, you won't make him stay home with me."
She didn't crack.
"You know what teenagers do in an empty house? They have sex you know, and I'm just saying if you leave me alone with him I'll have sex on your bed." Wait.
That didn't come out right.
"—I won't have sex with him on your bed I'll have sex with someone else on your bed—well I'm not going— never mind." I sighed.
"What's up bitches!" Tom came through my back door, with an apron on.
"Blizzy, you've just gotten me two fucking days off of school." He sat on the opposite end of the couch. I'm going to make him into my servant, yeah.
"Tom, we've talked about this. You can't call Blair, Blizzy. That's one of the house rules." My mom cut in. Yes. Thank you, mother.
"I'm not allowed to call her any of my creative nicknames. Everything is banned around here." Yeah. His creative nicknames are all a bunch of curse words combined.
"Well, you can call her Blair."
"But that's just boring."
I poked him with my foot. "You seemed to like little raven the other night."
I don't know where the hell it came from, but I like it. It's way better than Blizzy.
