Blake 💀🖕

Chapter #22

Aiyana's pov:
I lazily open my eyes as my phone's alarm beings to ring incredibly. While I tie my hair back into a bun, I yawn as I begin to slip out from under my bed covers.

Ugggggggh! Do I have to go to school?

As my feet touch my floor of my bedroom, I grab my phone to turn off my alarm when I notice that I have over one hundred and forty six texts from him.

Crap, again?

I sigh to myself as I throw my phone aside on the bed. I huff quietly to myself, thinking over all of the sexualized threats he continues to make during those conversation he has with me and my sister's friends.

As I sit still for a few minutes, I decide to get ready for school by first putting on Markiplier.

Without bothering to take the time to check if the battery was low or something, I tapped my finger against the phone screen impatiently as soon as I spot a new video from Mark. Not caring on what I had just clicked on, I throw my phone aside as I throw my body towards my bathroom. I used to watch Mark nonstop, but my sister told me that staring at a phone screen isn't exactly smart for my eyes and etc. So, I kinda now just listen to Mark rather than watching him, even though I know that the phone screen isn't going to do much harm to me. It makes for good background noise.

I stare up to my face in the mirror, studying the tiny patches of rose colored blemishes that surround my cheeks and my mouth. Up close, its not exactly something nice to look at, but from afar, no one can even see it. Plus makeup works.

Most people say I'm pretty, but none of them say that I'm beautiful. Only my dad, but that was when I was crying over mom's death. I know he only said that to make me think of something else though. He meant good, so its okay. I notice the thin stream of drool that starts from my mouth and ends at my chin. I sigh as I wipe it.

Must've been dozing off there...

Mark's sudden scream in the background makes me jump before asking myself if I should ask Jack if he likes Mark.

I grab my brush as I run it through my hair, when done, I begin to wash my face. After a few minutes, I walk out of my bathroom and grab some clothes only to retreat back to the bathroom to get dressed.

*Five minutes later*

I take out my makeup bag and dig for my foundation. After applying it, I look for the concealer and do the rest of my normal makeup routine. When done, I walk back into my bedroom to look into the mirror that hangs on the backside of the door to inspect the white short dress I'm wearing. I smile a toothy grin as I twirl around happily as the thought of my crush Chris invades my mind.

His bright brown eyes looking down to me. The smell of weed erupting from his clothes whenever I get close. His smug smirk... His wild hair... His strong body...

I run and jump on my bed, purposely awaking the rest of my house as I giggle. I pull a pillow close to my chest as the memory of yesterday comes to evade my thought. I can still feel his own skin touching my hand. My face turns hot as I buried it into the pillow. I melt to the echoing words he left me.

His everything...

"Crushes are weird." I mutter to myself as my door swings open to reveal my little brother. Teary eyed, he yawns and walks over to my bed only to try and climb up onto it. Note, try.

I grab him by his shoulders like a small toddler as I hug him. "Sorry, did I wake you?" I ask him while he cuddles up to me.

I guess you could say ever since mom died, Grace and I have had to raise Alex. He looks just like dad as Grace and I look like mom...

God, it's been forever since mom lost to Cancer. I feel like she would have loved to see us now.

Somewhere in the house, I hear Grace stomping around, yelling Alex's name. "You hiding from that poopy head again?" I poke at Alex's red cheeks as he giggles, swiping away my hand.

*Two hours later*

Huh... Blake and Jack both weren't on the bus when we got on...

Wonder what happened...

I think to myself as begin to walk to class with binders in hand. Upon walking through the door of the classroom, I see a small crowd of mostly male students and even the teacher circling where Blake's desk is.

(A/n: Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that Blake and Aiyana have the same first period?)

I push through to see Blake resting her head in her hand, sleeping restlessly it looks like. Her long, wavy yet straight hair covers her right side of her face.

I draw a blank at this.

She never sleeps... Like, ever.

No one has ever seen her sleep! And here she is.

From behind me, I hear a dude say, "Huh, she kinda looks cute..."

Others begin to chime in, saying stuff like, "Yeah.. If it wasn't for her death stare, I'd definitely try to get in her pants, if you know what I mean." Some laugh to this.

"Come to think of it, doesn't her eyes make her look hot? I mean, she is really fucking hot! But those eyes"

"Yeah. But don't you guys know? She's a crazy bitch!"

"Which only makes her hotter! C'mon! Look at her!"

Before I can say anything to shut them up, I hear Blake's menacing voice pierce through the air in front of me.

"What an interestingly reductive world view you all seem to have..."

I whirl my head over to her to see her staring at the crowd with a smile. Her calm expression makes my heart skip a beat due to the fact that she runs her hand through her hair as she starts to say in a loud voice, "Here's mine. When you die, it will go unnoticed. You'll receive no obituary. Even if your mother writes one and sends it to the penny-saver, it will be thrown in the trash. You barely exist now. You'll be completely forgotten moments after you take your last breath. And that goes to all of you. Now, I'd usually say fuck you but none of you guys are cute enough for me to spare the words. So let me say this," She suddenly stands up and starts to walk over to the teacher who's frozen still in place.

"I've had one hell of a night. So start the fucking class." She stops right in front of him, putting her left hand on his shoulder and bringing her right up to her mouth as she yawns.