Dangerous

Team

So...any Blaire White fans out there? ;)

"Wow, that was really good!"

"I knew you'd like the food there. I guess it was a good idea for a first date."

"You're telling me."

We thought if we were going to be together, we might as well go on an actual date. I will spare you the details of awkward first date conversation and the waitress messing up the bill twice. Now we were walking to the park to just hang out. And apparently see that Mark was a total child. As soon as we walked past the playground he just yelled out.

"Race you to the swings!"

And then he started running. I laughed and tried to catch up with him but he still beat me. We sat down and kept talking about random things. But I stopped talking when all of the sudden we heard soft crying.

~~~

Me and Lindsey turned around as saw a girl sitting against a tree, facing away from us and softly crying. We got up and walked over to her, I quickly realized...it was Blaire.

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1 year earlier

"Mark, are you going to fucking help or not?"

A girl yelling at me snapped me out of my daydream. I had offered to help out with tech for the school play, hoping it'd bring my grade up. I might not do great in school, but I'm sure as hell not failing drama. I turned to see a girl with brown hair and pink ends from it growing out. I don't get why she didn't just get rid of the pink. I knew her name was Blaire and she always helped out with tech. In my experience, she was a total bitch. I walked over to her nonetheless, looking up at her as she balanced at the top of a ladder, hanging a banner.

"What do you want?"

"For you to actually do your job and fucking help. Here, catch."

She tossed me a stapler, which I easily caught. Then she pointed to a stack of pink paper.

"Go hang those around the school. I'll finish the banner outside the auditorium."

I rolled my eyes and I grabbed the papers.

"Pink, really? Does it have to be so girly?"

"Why the fuck do you care?"

"Whatever."

I rolled my eyes and went to hang them up.

~~~

"I fucking finished. You happy?"

"Yes actually."

She was sitting on the ladder, waiting for me to get back. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder as she said it, which annoyed me. She seemed to notice as she rolled her eyes at me.

"What is it now that's bothering you?"

"Your bitchiness actually."

"Fuck off. Maybe your just jealous that my hair's longer than yours."

"Maybe your just jealous that my chest is bigger than yours."

Her face dropped when I said that and I could tell I got her. But instead of just leaving it, I kept poking the bear.

"It would suck for me to let everyone know how you stuff your chest."

"How did you...?"

"I saw you fixing it backstage."

I scoffed at her as I saw her eyes start tearing up. She walked up to me and grabbed my shirt collar.

"You tell anyone and I will fucking kill you. You f-ducking asshole..."

And then she ran away, but I could tell that she was trying to hide the fact that she was crying.

~~~

Now

"Blaire?"

She looked up at me and her eyes narrowed.

"Fuck off, Fischbach."

"Well fuck you too. Sorry for...!"

Before I could continue, Lindsey grabbed my arm and stopped me. When Blaire saw her, she looked down at her lap.

"I'm sorry by the way, Lindsey, for being a bitch to you."

Lindsey walked over and crouched in front of her.

"It's okay. It happens. What's wrong?"

"M-My parents were fighting again...my d-dad's sick...a-and..."

She looked up at me and scowled, then looked back to Lindsey.

"Never mind. Some people just don't understand."

I sighed quietly, as I knew she meant me.

"Actually...my dad was very sick. He passed when I was 5."

She looked up quickly, surprised by my statement.

"Did your parents ever fight?"

I nodded solemnly.

"What about?"

"Usually either money or...well, me."

I tried to stay vague. I didn't put together the pieces at the time, but they'd fight over our family's lack of money and what to do about it. My dad lost it when she...made her proposition.

"Same, although probably a bit different."

"How so?"

She looked down and sighed, before finally giving in.

"My dad's cancer treatments are expensive enough, but he said he...he said he wants his dying wish for me to be able to transition. But my mom says I can't and that we shouldn't...waste the money."

It all made sense. She always wore baggy sweaters and never used the bathrooms or locker rooms. She always changed behind the stage. That where I saw her...stuffing her chest.
Oh god...I felt horrible now.

"Blaire, I am so sorry...for last year. I didn't know and...I get why you...hate me so much. Although I suppose everyone does."

"Well I will say you're not the most pleasant or...even slightly likable person."

I chuckled a little.

"You're not wrong."

Then Lindsey gave her a hug.

"It's okay. It's okay, Blaire. None of us are enemies. We're all on the same team, just trying to make the best of the world around us. And we forgive you, right Mark?"

I nodded and she smiled.

"Thank you. And I forgive you too, Mark."

"Thank you, Blaire. Thank you."