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 -DOUBLE POST YOU ARE ON THE CORRECT CHAPTER-
I'm very grateful for the fact that I can walk now. I'm upset I can't play soccer for a while though, and it's all I want to do every day.
Okay, so apparently Georg was supposed to be bringing the drinks. And I'm just supposed to stand here like a fucking idiot until people arrive because no one trusted me to drive.
I could walk without my crutch, but I was still slightly limping and it hurt when I stayed standing for a while.
And Tom's fatass was enjoying using my elevator pass at school.
I rolled my eyes.
I had another dream.
This one was... dirtier.
Something about me sitting on his face, I don't know.
I'm honestly losing my mind.
He would do these things that would make me feel... sticky. Everywhere.
I don't know how much more brain capacity I had. But it was undeniable that I was attracted to him for whatever reason.
It's my stupid brain chemicals, they go cuckoo bananas whenever he shows up.
And then my vagina starts seeing stars or something I don't fucking know.
Noah made my heart ache.
Not any other places though.
Ugh.
Now I'm feeling the fucking heartbeat again. His arm grazed mine yesterday. I had to leave the damn class.
Then I had the dream.
My vagina is turning into prosciutto.
And it's all because of my fingers, considering it would be weird if I suddenly went up to him and said 'Hey! I've been having all of these dreams about you so why don't we fuck it out and see what happens?!'
"Blizzy! I got the weed!"
Oh dear lord no.
"Great." I gritted, and he came beside me to the drinks table. I took a step to the side.
"What. So I'm radioactive now? You can't touch me?" He laughed, setting out the plastic cups. That's definitely not it.
"You're just that gross." I lied and went to limp away before I felt his fucking voice go straight to my lower region.
