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 was sad at first.
Now I'm just fucking angry.
My phone had been blowing up the past two days at school and the stares were worse than last time. I mean seriously?
He didn't show up to school, so I hope his bitch ass got arrested or something.
I can't even play soccer to get my mind off of things. I'm going to kill myself.
Also, I've never met a person more bipolar than Tom. He's so confusing.
One minute I'm sleeping in his bed... and the next he smacks my ass and tells me to get up and then he's back to Blair.
I liked little raven.
I frowned.
At least he's not calling me Blizzy.
I just want him to stop sending me mixed signals. I need closure.
I can't keep having these stupid dreams.
I'm so frustrated.
Maybe...
Just maybe... if I suggest doing the bet thing again, he'd pay more attention to me.
God, that sounds pathetic.
It's where I'm at right now.
He was so sweet afterwards... he let held me in the car and didn't say anything. He let me cry until I was all drained out.
And then he was honest.
Then when I woke up, I got a slap to the ass.
Worst part is...
I kind of liked it.
Ugh!
He's supposed to be ugly and annoying. Not sweet and understanding.
"Blair..?"
"Hm." I hummed, still sulking.
"The bell rang fifteen minutes ago... it's my lunch break." Mr. Rodriguez whispered.
What.
"Oh. Sorry." I got up, taking my bag with me.
"Boy troubles?" He asked.
I... what?
"How'd you know?" I swung my backpack over my shoulder, he laughed. "It's always boy troubles, it's that way for my daughters too."
I weakly smiled. "My old kind of boyfriend turned out to be an asshole and the actual guy I've known to be an asshole for a really long time is suddenly not being one." Yeah. That sounds about right.
"Well. I hope you figure it out. Just not during my lunch break."
