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A Student/Teacher romance. Killian JonesxOC
After her father is arrested in connection with the disappearance of her mother, 17 year old Blaire Nolan has no choice but to be completely...
A/N: No, This is not a glitch I'm actually updating this book lol. Its been 2 years I'm sorry its taken so long, I lost my little brother a couple of years ago and life...has just been a whirlwind of grief and depressive episodes. I'm finally in therapy working through my trauma so I hope I will be updating my works a lot more now. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Thank you for your continued Patience.
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Blaire "You know, where I'm from, if someone puts a blindfold over your eyes you're about to get yoinked out of existence." I said as I was led by David and Emma into the entrance at Disneyland. "Oh ya know...same." Will said as he was also blindfolded and being led by Mary-Margaret and Ruby. "Relax you guys, you are at the happiest place on Earth." Emma said. "The happiest place on earth is-" I stopped as the Blindfold was removed. I blinked until my eyes adjusted to the light and I looked around. "Oh..my God." I said. I felt overwhelmed. This was a childhood dream. I looked at Will and he looked just as amazed as I felt and for some reason his joy brought tears to my eyes. "Blaire is totally crying." Emma snickered and then I realized Emma had been filming. "Hey!" I said and tried to snatch Emma's phone. "Girls behave." David sighed "They're just excited, let them be David." Mary-Margaret said and smiled.
"Blaire, if you consume another dole whip you are going to turn into one." David chuckled. "So be it. Its not my fault these things are sprinkled with crack." Blaire smiled as she finished another one off. She'd lost count at how many she had, had already. "I believe the Disney friendly word for that is Pixie dust, love." Will smirked.
As we strolled down Main Street, the air smelled like sugar and nostalgia. I was still reeling from the reveal—like I'd stepped into someone else's daydream. Except it was mine.
The buildings looked like something out of a vintage postcard, all pastel charm and hidden speakers playing happy little tunes that had no business making me tear up. I spun slowly, half-expecting the pavement to sparkle beneath my sneakers. "This place is aggressively whimsical," I muttered, staring into a display window filled with mouse-ear hats. I swear, they were mocking me with their glitter.
Will sidled up next to me, already wearing a pirate-themed pair like it was a lifestyle choice. "Join us, Blaire. One of us," he said, full gremlin mode. "I'm not buying ears," I said as I reached for a pair that had black lace and shimmery sequins. They were...aesthetically threatening.
