Blake 💀🖕

Chapter #8

Jack's pov;

I watch the body figure of Blake who looks at the city displayed in front of us. The sun is slightly blocked by a skyscraper, causing an orange light to loom over her, much like this morning. I look at her as I think who is this girl? Why is she so... different? So familiar?

So... something else-ish.

".........."

Blake sighs as she turns suddenly, our gaze meets. Her eyes. I never really noticed, but her eyes have this green mixed in with the blue. It reminds me of a marble. It feels like I've seen them before. I could just forget about everything else while staring into Blake's eyes. It feels like they suck me into an amazing day dream. Where anything could happen.

She remains quite for a few seconds before Chris walks up behind me. He places a hand on my shoulder, which snaps me outta it as I continue looking at her.

"Sorry if I'm interpreting a conversation between you two, but Jack, don't you have the same class with me? Spanish, right?"

Spanish?

Oh yeah. We're at a school, aren't we?

I nod, trying to look away from Blake, but my body... my eyes just can't. I remain staring at her. God, I probably look like a huge creep.

Chris rolls his eyes jokingly, "I hate that bitch teacher. She's insane...well, not as insane as you Blake. But-"

Blake breaks the trance by suddenly bowing and making a prideful face. She chuckles a little. "Hehehe."

"Come on dude, if you don't show up for Spanish class, Morales will go on a huge rampage." Chris says to me as he walks over to the old rusty latter.

I start to follow him when I just stop dead in my tracks, suddenly my throat tightens. I turn my head back to Blake, letting my eyes wonder to her.

What am I doing?

"Um... Hey, Blake?" My voice cracks, pained by the words coming out of my mouth. I see her looking at my with an confused expression. Her eyebrows are close together, creating a small, perfect dimple in between them.

What am I doing?

"Yes," she answers with a strong voice.

"W-what are you doing later today?"

I notice at the corners of her mouth twitching into a small smile. My chest fills with a burning sensation.

Before she can answer, I hear Chris yell, once again ruining the moment.

"GOD DAMN IT JACK! HURRY IT UP!"

I practically jump outta my skin.

"I think you better get going, probably not the greatest idea to keep the douche waiting," the faint hint of laughter catches itself in her voice as the words leaves Blake's mouth.

"Y-yeah, so... see ya later..." I barely even am able to get out.

"Yeah." She answers as I swiftly make it over to the latter.

What the hell kind of conservation was that?!

Four minutes later

By the time me and Chris got to the Spanish classroom, I flung open the door. And judging by all of the taken desks, we were already late.

"Mr. Rothic, why the living Christ are you late today?!" The teacher boomed. And her question made very little sense.

"I was showing the new blood something." Chris answers the old teacher. I looked at him. "What did you just say Rothic?" She asks him, then looks at me.

"Mr. Bankwell?" She asked me.
Distracted and disturbed by the old teacher, I correct her as Chris pulls the door to close behind himself. He walks over to an empty seat in the back and sits, leaving me alone to defend for myself. "It's Blackwell."

For my correction or my lateness, I'll never know, the teacher punishes me by making me stand in front of the room and she fires questions at me. In Spanish.

She doesn't even introduce herself; she just sits there, the muscles twitching in her vainly forearm as she scribbles something in her teacher book.

The Spanish Inquisition took on a whole new meaning.

And it continues for a solid twenty minutes. When she finally stops, she makes me sit in the desk next to her own. In front of all of the other students... Brutal. My eyes are glued to the clock as I count the seconds. I even hear Chris laughing in the back. When the bell rings, I bolt for the door.

"She's a bitch, won't you agree." Chris shares as he finally catches up with me. "Yeah, I guess. Though, I couldn't really hear what the hell she was saying because of your laughing. Dick move by the way." I snap.

Chris gives a exaggerate bow. I ask him "So, is she that lovely to everyone she meets?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Your just lucky she didn't throw any chalk at you, actually. How's the nose, by the way? I mean you fell and landed on it, then got punched in it; so does it hurt?"

Had he been in algebra this morning?

"It doesn't hurt, but I think that's because I'm a real man,you know what I'm saying?"

He smirks, "Hell yeah!"

Blake's pov;

I open my eyes as I hear the bell ring. I look around to see that I'm still on the roof of the gym. I sit for another few seconds before deciding to get up and stench.

As I run my fingers throughout my hair, I think about how taking naps on roofs during school is so relaxing. I then walk over to a old pipe that just lays around. I look at it before I think over what has happened today.

Waking up early, meeting a new kid, almost kicking Graces' ass... Kathy and her... Joe's leg.

I think about the way it bent. The blood. I even think I heard cracking of his bone. Damn.

I focus more on his eyes.

Joe eyes...

Hmm. There is this thing that my father used to do to his victims eyes that made my father feared so much by so many different people. Even the people who worked with him used have to watch their backs to make sure that my father wasn't feeling the urge to do his special signature after killing someone. But never mind that.

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