Finding Yourself || on hold

Special- Blake's POV

This chapter is dedicated to @Waffles_r_good for sticking with this story so far!

Also, this chapter will be in Blake's POV to give you some insight in his mind.

Special- Blake

I tapped on my wooden desk with the tip of my fingers. Taking a pencil from a glass cup, I slowly scrawled my name on the piece of loose-leaf paper.

Blake Eversworth

I stared at my 'name' for a few seconds before erasing it roughly, causing a hole to be torn in the paper. Smoothing it out with my index finger, I wrote something else on top of the erase marks.

Jaysen Montgomery

My lips curled into a slight smile at the sight of my real name. This was the name that was rejected by Hollywood and turned into a fake, 'cool' name. Only my family, my best friend, and Harold knew my actual name. I was hoping to add Olivia on that list.

Olivia Lundqvist

The name rung in my ear, echoing in my brain. It was a real, true name for a real, true girl. That name was probably going to be turned into a 'cooler' one. A fake name. Hollywood was also bound to try to make Olivia's personality fake, too.

The very thought angered me. That clueless girl had no idea what she signed up for. I hoped that being an ass to her would turn her away, but she was too damn persistent. Then again, that's why I found her so intriguing. She was unique. Different than all of those clinging whores wearing ten pounds of make-up. Which made me so fascinated by her. It wasn't a like, I told myself, just an interest.

I needed to write my own song for once, to prove that I wasn't a fake. Whether I was trying to prove that to the public, Olivia, or myself, I wasn't sure. But I just had to write a song.

I put my pencil to paper once more, starting a line below my name. If there was one thing I knew about writing, I knew that you had to write what came to your mind before it was lost. So I did just that.

Don't you see?

This world tries to make

A fake out of me

I leaned back in my cushioned chair, mouthing silently what I wrote. That was the biggest attempt I ever made to actually write a song.

I smiled again and leaned over my paper, prepared to write more. Wracking my brain for good sentences  that rhymed, I became lost in thought.

A loud, obnoxious buzzing coming from my jean pocket snapped me back to the real world. Shoving my hand in my pocket, I pulled out my iPhone.

"What?" I spat into the phone. I put my elbow on the desk and tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for an answer.

"Woah. Chill out, Jaysen," my best friend, Zach, exclaimed. Even though I couldn't see him, I could picture his brown eyes growing comically wide.

I sighed. "Sorry, man, I was in my 'zone.' You know how I am when I'm interrupted," I explained. Once again, I could picture Zach rolling his eyes at my 'explanation.' I knew that guy too well.

"Mm hm, yeah, sure, whatever you say," Zach drawled, a smirk evident with his tone of voice.

Huffing, I got up from my chair and went across my big room to the screen door that led to the balcony. Opening the door with my free hand, I stepped into the breezy afternoon air. I found a comfortable lounge chair and sank into it.