Mending Serendipity

Chapter Five

I heard voices. Grandma... is that you? Wait no, stop being stupid, Blair. But I did hear voices. Really faint ones... of men?

I tried to focus on one voice. "... You need to put her back where she belongs man! You can't just bring random chicks into our room because they passed out drunk or some shit!" one agitated voice nagged.

"I couldn't just leave her out there could I!" another angrier voice snapped back. "Listen... if we get caught this is it. We're at the end of the plank. There's nothing more to our life here. All because of this little whore... Who is she anyway?!" the annoying voice was back.

At once I sat up, angered by the accusations of being a low-grade slut. "Excuse you! I am not a whore or a slut! I'm sorry I have a low tolerance for alcohol so if you could kindly stop talking to me like I'm something on the bottom of your shoe, that would be greatly appreciated!"

My head was buzzing from the anger as two guys stared at me in shock. "...It talks," the annoying guy smirked, highly amused. That was the last straw.

I got up from the bed, amazed at my own stability, and stalked over to guy number one, who had light blonde hair in a buzz cut and steely blue eyes, and gave him a high five. To the side of his face.

He reeled in shock, obviously offended that a 'whore' had just slapped him across the face, leaving a faint red hand print. "Hey! Do you know how much I pay to get this- motions to face- fixed up and beautiful!" he roared.

"Obviously not much," I retorted. Wherever this newfound confidence came from... I liked it.

The other guy in the room, the one who was standing up for me and presumably my saviour, stood up to block Mr. Face of Beauty from mauling me with his disgusting paws. He had this really amused look just plastered onto his face.

"Calm down, Jake, she's a snappy one," he chuckled as he steered his friend to a chair. Jake glared at me once more before whipping out a girly hand mirror and checking his face for any permanent damage.

"Please," I rolled my eyes at him as he glared at me even harder in silence. Guy number two walked to me side and plonked himself next to me. "Hi, my name's Blake," he smiled and held out his hand. Blake... where did that ring a bell?

"Uh hi the name's Blair," I responded politely, shaking his hands. "I was the one that brought you home from that party. Yeah, it's not your low tolerance of alcohol... You just took one that had been spiked, probably with some really strong stuff," he scratched the back of his head as I nodded slowly.

"Well, thank you... That was very nice of you and I should get back to my dorm I suppose?" I stood, not wanting to be rude. "Wait, your room mate knows that you're here... uh she's a close friend of mine so... yeah," he finished awkwardly. I gave him a small smile, "That's very nice of you, Blake... I'll see you around?"

Okay now this Blake guy was hot. Very, very hot. He had deep dark brown hair and the prettiest eyes I'd ever seen. He was also wearing a singlet which allowed me to see his muscles. Although he wasn't as well built as Louis or Ross, he was still quite impressive. I wouldn't mind accidentally running into him in the hallways or something like that.

I walked to the door, still barefooted, and was about to open the handle when Jake, who was still checking himself, spoke up, "Man, you must be really stupid to let her walk out right now. It's 10 o'clock now and most students are probably loitering around the whole place. Including teachers so if she gets seen coming out from the Guys Block dressed like... that," he gestured to my very inappropriate outfit before continuing, "She would be kicked out before you could say 'Jake is hot'".

Blake frowned, "Crap I forgot about that," he ran a hand through his hair, "Guess you would have to stay here for an hour or so." He shrugged as my eyes widened.

"What! Why?!" I gaped at him. I could not be missing lessons on the second day of school. "Relax, I'll call Candace and tell her to tell your teachers that you're sick... stomach bug or something," Blake noticed my alarmed expression and assured me.

Jake snorted from where he sat. "If she's gonna be here for an hour, I'm out dude!" Jake jumped to his feet and pulled on a baseball jacket and some sport shoes before heading out of the room, slamming the door behind him. It was just Blake and I left.

Talk about awkward.

"So... why're you not in class?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Well you were passed out in my room for the whole morning so I couldn't really go anywhere could I?" he smirked at me as I started feeling really bad.

"I'm sor-" I started but he cut me off. "Just kidding Blair, I called in sick today. Jake and I usually do this. The teachers don't really care when your parents are the one funding the school," he pointed out, shrugging his shoulders.

And with that the awkwardness settled in once more. I glanced down at my fingers as he looked around the room. "So-" we started together. "Uh you first," he gave in.

"How old are you?" I asked, genuinely curious. Blake looked at me weirdly, "I'm a senior, one year older than you." I nodded, feeling small. "Do you have any hobbies?" he glanced at me as I resisted the urge melt into a puddle of Blair right on the spot.

He was really good looking.

"Well, I like photography... and drawing I guess," I mumbled. This was a personal as I was going to get. Blake seemed to have noticed my discomfort and quickly changed the subject, "So... Blair, how do you find this school so far?"

I bit my lip and really pondered over this question. "To be honest it's a pretty awesome school so far. I've made some friends here and there... Oh, and I also got invited to a party where they served spiked drinks," I continued sarcastically, "It's fabulous."

Blake laughed at my response. Weird. Usually guys never laughed at my jokes. And sarcasm was never my thing. It was more Austin-like. I cringed when I thought of him.

Suddenly Blake's phone began ringing. "... It's a love story, baby just say yes..." I stared at Blake as his cheeks turned the colour of a tomato and quickly whipped out his phone to silence it. "Taylor Swift, really?" I mouthed him as he stood with the phone to his ear.

"Yup, sure thing I'll be there. Bye," he hung up and glanced over at my direction. I had been watching him like a hawk and met his gaze with an expectant one. "I'm really sorry but I'm expected somewhere. It's really urgent so maybe you could wait until the bell rings before sneaking out and back to your room?" he suggested.

I shook my head, "it's fine I'll manage on my own!" I smiled at him

as he looked at me with gratitude in his emerald eyes before slipping on a leather jacket hanging off a hook on the door. "Thanks Blair, appreciate it. Oh, and if anyone knocks just hide in the bathroom or something," he got his shoes on and grabbed a set of keys before exiting the room.

That was really awkward. Now I was all alone in a dorm that was not mine. I looked around for a clock. 10.50AM. Great only ten more minutes.

I walked over to the drawn windows and pulled them open. The room was at least on the fourth storey or more, making my great escape a whole lot more tricky.

At around 11.10, I pushed the door open very slightly and breathed a sign of relief when the hallways were empty. "Okay Blair, calm down and just run. Run and don't look back. Don't scream or make any noise... just run," I breathed as I hopped out of the room and shut the door gently behind me. i

I had barely begun my journey when I smacked into a fire hydrant.

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