(A/N) Hey, beautiful creatures!
A long chapter ahead. I think.
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CHAPTER 33
Beep beep beep.
I groan and extended my arm out to smash my alarm but stopped mid-air when I realized it was my phone.
Oh, how could I forget? I had set up the alarm on my phone. Cause my original bed-side clock had been broken.
Urgh! I still haven't gone to the store to buy a new one. Or, I might even throw my phone one day assuming it was a clock. And I ain't taking any risks. I can't live without that.
I groan and peel the blankets out of my body and hiss when the cold air bites my skin.
I quickly wrap the blanket around my body once again and sigh in content once I felt the warmth.
I need to get out either way.
I groan again and roll on my bed which I immediately regretted when I fell on the floor with a thud, still wrapped around with the blanket.
I need to stop waking up like this.
I struggled to get rid of the blanket that must've made me look like a hotdog. Once I finally did, I got up and scratched my butt.
I cleared my throat and cringe when I felt it very raspy and dry. I need something to drink.
I groan again and stumble to the door and push it open, not caring how I looked. Which I really regretted not doing later.
And with the number of groans that escaped me since I woke up today, I'm surprised people haven't come up here to check if there was a dinosaur residing in the mansion.
I groaned again.
There we go.
I clicked my tongue on the back of my mouth and stumbled my way towards the kitchen, earning a collective number of gasps and concerned 'are you alrights' along the way. But I still couldn't really see who they were, cause my eyes still refused to open and step out of its sleepy haze.
Once I reached the kitchen, I went straight to the fridge- still with my eyes closed, might I add- and took out a bottle of some juice and started gulping it down.
"Blaire!" a familiar voice squeaked. I peeled opened one of my eyes and looked at the source of the voice. I looked right back at a concerned Tara who looked also looked at me very disapproving.
"My dear! Are you alright?"
I groaned and continued to finish the last of what was left of the bottle. I heard a distinct soft chuckle which I completely ignored.
I shall quench my thirst first.
"Blaire, I think you would want to go back to your room," Tara said softly. I scrunch my face with my eyes closed and threw the empty bottle on the bin and walked back towards Tara.
"I feel weird!" I whine and lean on Tara. She stumbled surprised but managed to hold me in place despite her old age.
"Blaire, Dear, Do you want me to run you a hot bath?" she said. I thought about it and nodded on her shoulder and stood up properly.
"Yes. that would be very nice" I sighed and rubbed my eyes and open them properly.
My eyes widen when I saw an embarrassed Israel sitting on one of the stools on the island staring at something that's not my face, with little pink hue dusted on his cheeks.
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Blaire ✔ (Not edited)
Teen FictionHis palms peeled off my wrists before cupping my face gently. I let a sigh out of content as my fingers found its way into his hair. His forming stubble brushed against my bruised cheeks which strangely bought aroused goosebumps all over my body. I...