she has it all, he has nothing, but everything isn't as it seems.
Blythe St. James's parents are on her ass. she has to have perfect grades, perfect boyfriend, perfect body, perfect reputation. but after closely watching the pogues at a bonfire part...
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Blythe St. James didn't love Rafe Cameron. She loved how much her parents loved him. They loved how he was the son of the infamous Ward Cameron. Blythe loved how he was a safe choice. well not physically safe, but financially. She knew she was too young to be thinking about marriage but she knew he would inherit everything from his father and be just as wealthy.
so when she cried that night over Rafe Cameron it wasn't because she loved him. it was because she knew how upset her parents would be, and she had lost the future she had been so satisfied with.
but the next morning, Blythe was just fine. sure they had not formally broken up, but Blythe woke up with a new mindset. She didn't give a damn about Rafe, she didn't give a damn about how much her parents loved him. She realized her future was up to her. She didn't even care that he had left quite the bruise on her wrist that she so desperately tried to cover with a pearl beaded bracelet, but it was still very obvious.
but when replying to the events of last night she felt guilty. she felt bad for thinking so poorly of the pogues. She hated the way she spoke to people, spoke about people, and thought about people. She decided that morning it was time to make a change, and with Rafe gone, what better time to start than now.
so there she was, driving to the cut to see the pogues. the people she had been the most awful to. Blythe wanted to keep an open mind when she arrived at the chateau. She knew they didn't have much money, and it must have been hard for John b to live without any parents.
she thought about what to say on the drive over. she replayed all kinds of conversations in her mind, all of them didn't end well. Blythe only knew where John b lived because of Rafe. he had brought her here to egg the house, which she thought was ridiculously immature.
"John b?" she yelled out to the seemingly empty house. "John b are you home?" She walked around to the side of the house where the pogues sat, all of them talking with a serious tone in their voices. she had wondered if she came at a bad time,
but by this point they had all noticed her just staring at them awkwardly.
"What's she doing here?" Kiara rolled her eyes, clearly not happy to see Blythe standing in front of her.
Blythe took a deep calming breath.
here we go, she thought.
"I, uh, wanted to apologize about last night." The girl looked over to John b who had quite the shiner, she knew it was from Rafe, because she had a similar one on her wrist.
