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 stepped up on the bleachers.
Tom had a game today and i'm watching because duh.
"Come on Blair!" Bianca groaned, sitting beside me. I don't even know what to say, she wants answers.
Everyone does.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's just... I don't know okay, we're together and thats all I know so far." I sighed, it was still fresh.
"The hickeys you're sporting already tell me that you're together, but like in what sense? Also, that isn't your sweatshirt either it's his!" She pointed out into the field.
Fine.
"Uhm... he said he loved me." I smiled, nervously pulling at my fingers.
Her eyes widened. "Did you say it back?!"
I slowly nodded.
"And... he's so sweet and he holds me... and tells me I look pretty." I giggled, turning my head to gouge her reaction.
"Are you sure we're talking about the same guy?" She arched a brow.
I know... it's kind of crazy.
"The very one." I pressed my hands against my face, hiding my blush.
"Jesus, there really is a fine line between love and hate." She laughed.
I bit on my bottom lip, seeing the opposing team come on our field, a chorus of 'boo's' and claps came once they'd entered.
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Tom ran over to the fence, picking me up clean off the ground. I swung my legs over the metal, holding onto him.
"You're playing so well." I complimented, hugging him tightly.
"It's because you're watching." He patted my hair down, still out of breath. His hands were freezing, my gosh.
"Get back on the field, game isn't over yet!"
"He's mine for fifteen minutes leave him alone!" I shouted back.
