Mrs All American

11

hey everybody! 🎤

I know I've been gone forever but I appreciate you guys keeping this story in your library and waiting- it really means a lot.

One good thing did come out of this- I've written 10+ chapters so far so I can post on a schedule for the next 10+ weeks! This way you guys won't have to wait so long anymore.

Schedule: updates every Saturday :)

Also, I know a lot of you have probably forgotten what's happened until this point. Tbh I did too haha so here's a summary.

Blake moved from NYC to Australia only a month ago. She was tired of everything in NY because she felt unappreciated and alone. Her father left when she was quite young, takin her older brother with her. She hasn't seen either of them since she was three, so she assumes they are deceased. Blake is a near professional soccer (futbol) player who was cut from the team because of her lack of focus. This lack of focus came simply from the fact that Blake was working three jobs to help provide for her siblings and single mother.

After the move, she befriended Calum first and then Michael, who happens to be her neighbor. The two of them take her out on the town and show her around a little.  One day at the grocery store, she bumps into a lanky blonde with the sexy lip ring whom she finds quite attractive. His attitude however throws her off so she blows him off and hopes to never see him again. Unfortunately for her, this boy is in band with her two new friends.

The last encounter Blake and Luke had was in the parking lot. Neither of them were looking which caused them to bump into each other, sending Blake's phone crashing to the floor. All Luke managed to say, repeatedly, was sorry, because he gets nervous around her. Ashton assured him to relax and it'll come naturally to him.

Okay I think I got everything! Sorry for my long ramble! Here's chapter 11!!!!

Blake's pov

I pounded my fist against my blaring alarm, wanting nothing more than for it to shut off. "Screw it" I mumbled groggily and unplugged the devious alarm from the wall.

Even though it was nearly nine o'clock on a Saturday, I still woke myself up to run, just at a later time. Today however, I really wasn't feeling up to it.

Sighing, I rolled over in the warmth of my bed and stared blankly at the white ceiling. Despite the amount of times I tried to close my eyes, I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep without feeling guilty about skipping my daily run.

So, after much contemplating, I climbed out of bed and changed into my designated apparel, a sports bra and spandex. After tying my hair up into a ponytail, I pushed my stray hairs back with a thin headband that I tied using a spare piece of pre wrap.

I walked into the bathroom and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet bowl. My arm extended and opened the medical cabinet drawer below the sink. Rummaging through, my fingers enclosed around the roll of tape, which I would use to wrap my ankle.

I folded my left leg across my right one and carefully wrapped the tender body part in a soft pre wrap before covering it in in white tape to keep it from moving. Tossing the roll back in the drawer, I proceeded to wash my face and brush my teeth before making my way downstairs.

Upon entering the kitchen, I walked over to the fridge and opened the big silver door. As I began reaching inside to grab the bottle of orange juice, I was stopped the the ringing of my doorbell. Arching an eyebrow, I quickly poured myself a glass and set the bottle back inside the fridge.