Wassup? Okay, so this chapter is in < Third Person POV > and it focuses mainly on Blake and his thoughts and all that jazz because I thought that this story needed more of that as I feel I haven't included Blake enough in this story, and mind you, he's a VERY IMPORTANT part of it, you'll see.
Alsooo, for all of you'll asking if Stella will end up with Blake...I WON'T TELL YOU.
For now, Alex is out (but he will return :( ) and Stella could end up with anybody!
I have everything planned out, so do not worry!
On with the story >>>>
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Song/s for this chapter - I'm a Mess by Ed Sheeran.
Third Person POV
And just like that, he fell for her.
He didn't know how, or when, but when he saw that beautiful girl at 3 am in the night, with a messy bun, asleep, he just swooned.
When he saw her first, in biology class, she looked perfect. Hair tied up in a ponytail and hands in her ripped jeans. She didn't have the "Queen Bee" impression then, but Blake thought she was beautiful, popular or not.
He was there when she had her first boyfriend, her first kiss, her first heartbreak, everything. But she never realized how much it hurt him to see her like that, but he was happy because she was happy.
{ My heart's already breaking, baby, go on twist the knife }
It took Blake quite some time to realize that he had "feelings" for her. But, at that time, he thought it was probably some lame crush, it would go away. But no, it didn't. Instead, it just kept on growing. And so, he realized his feelings for her, but she didn't.
He could not blame Stella, too. She was oblivious to everything. There were hundreds of boys behind her in school.
He was probably just one of those boys, but with the "privilege" of being her best friend.
What she felt for him? No one knew except her. She probably just thought of him as a friend. And Blake couldn't do anything about it. He had two choices : To leave Stella and end ways with her, and go away from all the pain and hurting. Or, he could stay with her. Once you fall for someone, it surely isn't easy to go away from them. He could stay with her and bear all the pain he goes through whenever he sees her with another guy.
It was obvious which option he chose.
He cared for Stella more than he cared for anyone else. His parents' divorce had already broken him. His mom flew to Australia, her homeland, without thinking of her child. His father turned abusive. He used to drink every night and make Blake do all the housework, as there was no one else at home. He used beat Blake with his belt and burn him with the ends of his cigarette.
And Blake was just 7 years old.
A year ago, his father married another woman, 10 years younger. She made his father happy. He quit smoking and drinking, except a little bit of wine here and there.
From then, he has been trying to make it up to Blake. He bought him a car, and was ready to buy him anything. But his childhood was too bitter to forget so easily. Hate is a very strong word. Blake hated his father.
And no one really knew about his childhood, except Stella.
After the incident with Alex, Blake wanted to tear him to pieces. He was furious, and even furious is an understatement. But he knew violence wasn't the way out.
He was so scared of losing Stella, even though she wasn't really his.
But that's life, isn't it? You don't always get what you want. Blake's feelings for Stella didn't come in the middle of their friendship. So far. Whenever Stella needed "boy advice" from Blake, jealousy used to go through his entire mind. But he had to push that aside, and always give Stella honest opinion. Even if that meant "setting her up with some guy".
Stella trusted Blake. And he didn't want to do anything to break that trust. He couldn't risk it, no. Not at this point in his life.
Trust is like a glass vase. Once it's broken, it cannot be fixed. Ever. No matter how much you try. And Blake couldn't take a chance like that with Stella. He cared way too much for her. He would do anything for her, even if it meant that she would never be his.
He was a mess.
And just like that, he fell for her.
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Okay Okay, I know this is very short and I'm sorry. But this was all I could write in one day.
Why do I want to write this in one day? Well, here's why.
My school is starting in one or two days and I'll have loads of school work to do. So, its clear that I won't be able to update a lot. And right now, I don't have ANY chapters prewritten. I don't know, Wattpad messed up and deleted 5 prewritten chapters ugh. Anyways, so yeah...
Trying to put this in the most polite, kind, not-rude, not-acting-like-a-bitch way :
I do have a life out of wattpad and please appreciate the fact that I have been giving you regular updates till now. Also, the reason I made this chapter a bit boring (though i honestly quite like it) and a little bit fluffy-crush-lovey-dovey types is because, I don't want to leave you guys at a cliffhanger for weeks.
I will TRY TO UPDATE WHENEVER I CAN BUT IM TELLING YOU BEFORE HAND, PLEASE DONT get angry and pm me rude stuff.
Its possible that I might sneak a little and give you all a little short update tomorrow or something but dont look forward to it lol.
Yeah so thats basically it, I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THANK you for bearing with me.
Thank you, again.
Aashima xx
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