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 felt... achy.
It was nothing I couldn't handle, but still.
I dropped my bag by the staircase and went into the kitchen. The boys were already here.
I jumped up on the barstool in between Bill and Tom, my lips pressing into a flat line.
So apparently it hurts a little more than I thought. But it's fine.
"Did you finish your project?" My mom questioned, pushing a plate of food in front of me. I slowly nodded. "Mhm."
I took a glance in Tom's direction.
"It went smoothly." We said at the same time.
Hmph.
"That's good, you think you'll get a good grade?" She put Bill and Tom's plates down. Tom laughed. "I'd say an A. What do you think Blair?" He looked me up and down.
"Maybe a B... I don't know, some parts of it were kind of rocky." I taunted.
"How so?" He carried his orange juice up, clinking it with mine.
His parents left earlier for work than mine, so I had to suffer every morning.
"I don't know... the ending could have been better. I just feel as if I was pushed to the edge while making it, y'know?"
"You guys are such nerds, just turn it in and see what grade you get. Stop discussing it you're giving me a headache." Bill cut in.
"Oh, but I disagree. I mean, it was easier for you to finish on your part than mine." Tom continued in our secret code.
I only hummed and then looked at my mother who had been pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Are you using something new?" She leaned forward on the opposing end of the island.
I touched my face. "Why? Do I look ugly?"
She slowly shook her head. "No... you look older, more carefree."
Oh.
I shrugged. "Weird. I don't know."
"Must have been well rested." I pulled my curled hair back into a low ponytail.
"Well, you three better get going then. It's almost half past seven." My mom pointed to the clock, I hopped out of my chair.
"Let's go." I nodded towards both boys, going to retrieve my bag.
