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 quietly snuck back into her house at around 11:00 pm. After sitting by the fire with the pogues, she had learned alot about them, well mostly John b. He told her about his dad, about the compass. The group shared cheap beer, and funny stories, and for some weird reason Blythe felt like she belonged.
She knew it had only been one night. One crazy night, but she felt oddly connected to this group, and could see herself spending the rest of her summer with them. She thought about how funny it was that she hated them for so long, and never gave them a chance. But now that she did she's realized there's more to the group than cheap clothes, and bonfire parties. And the funny thing was, they didnt seem to hate her. They were nice to her, laughed with her, included her in conversations, something she wasnt used to. Something she wanted to get used to.
She closed the front door to her figure eight house, to see her parents sitting and waiting for her in the living room.
She was screwed.
"Hey mom, hi dad." Blythe has never left the house for almost 6 hours without telling anyone, and by the look on her parents' faces, they were not pleased.
"Where were you?" Her mother asked.
"Uhhh shopping."
"Bullshit." Her father replied, stern and cold. She took a seat across from them, her neck tightening. She felt guilty.
"Rafe stopped by today, asking where you were. He told us everything, Blythe." Her mother shook her head, and Blythe felt her heart drop. She had almost forgotten about him. She knew what he told them was definitely not the truth, but she was worried about what he said.
"Oh yeah? And what exactly did he tell you?" Blythe snapped, which her parents did not like.
"Watch your tone young lady!"
"He told us all about the bonfire, how drunk you were, you slapped him, made him walk home, and now you're not answering his calls. Blythe this is your future! And now I hear you running around the cut with those dirty pogues! Apparently you were out on the marsh while it was closed. What the hell is the matter with you?"
"oh that's rich coming from-"
"No. You will apologize to him, and then you will be grounded. Upstairs now!" Blythe didn't argue. She huffed and ran up the stairs. She didn't dare talk back anymore. Her parents scared her, and she's never been this disobedient before, so she wasn't sure what would happen if she pushed them any further.
