The next morning, Blaire wakes up to her alarm clock screaming at her. She turns it off, groaning tiredly. "Ugh. I have to get ready for school." Blaire grumbles, getting out of bed. She grabs her uniform and gets dressed. She pulls her hair into a pony tail, glancing in the mirror. She freezes when she notices a few white streaks in her short black hair. "What the heck...?"
Blaire bites her lip, her eyes fixated on the white. "Blake!" She calls out, starting to freak out. Blake runs in, looking around. "What's wrong?" He asks. "My hair. It's turning white!" She exclaims. Blake looks at her hair. "Why is it turning white?" He questions. "I don't know! But I can't go to school with white streaks!"
Blaire lets out a huffed breath, freaking out. "Don't freak out. We'll get hair dye to fix it. It doesn't even look that bad." Blake tells her. "It doesn't look bad. But my teachers won't think that. I'll get detention for having unnatural colored hair." She says. Blake thinks for a moment. Then he undoes her hair and styles it into a into a messy bun to hide the white streaks.
"There. I'll buy you hair dye after work to fix it. Then everything will be fine. How did your hair get like that anyway?" He asks. "I don't know. I woke up and it was like this." Blaire sighs. She picks up her bag and looks up at him. "Can we get breakfast on the way to school?" She asks, pouting a bit. "Sure. But nothing too expensive. I don't get paid till tomorrow night?" Blake tells her, smiling at her pout. "Okay. Thanks Blake." Blaire says happily, walking out of her bedroom, Blake behind her. They walk out of the house together.
Blake gets into the drivers seat of the car. Blaire puts her bag in the back, then gets into the passenger seat. "So. What do you want for breakfast?" Blake asks her. "Hmm. A smoothie and blueberry muffin please." She says, smiling at him. "Okay. We'll go to the store to get the muffins and the smoothie place to get the smoothies." Blaire nods, buckling up her seat belt. Blake does the same, then drives off.
Blaire looks out the window as they drive, a small smile on her face. The drive to the store is quick and silent. Blake parks the car, gets out and heads inside to get the muffins. Blaire pulls her phone out and pulls up her messages. She has a few texts from an unknown number. 'You look cute today Blaire Bear.' One reads. 'Can't wait to see you today~' Another says. Blaire furrows her eyebrows, deleting the messages. "Weird." She mumbles.
Blake gets back in the car and passes her a muffin. Next stop, smoothie shop." He chuckles, making Blaire smile. Blake starts driving to the smoothie shop, humming along to the song on the radio. Blake and Blaire are alike in many ways. They both have bright blue eyes and black hair. They both love music and comedy movies. "What flavor smoothie do you want, Blaire Bear?" Blake asks her. "Berry and banana please, Corn Flake." She replies.
"Ooh. That's a good flavor." He says, his smile lighting up his eyes. "It's the best flavor." Blaire says, grinning. "No. Mango and peach is the best." Blake argues, pulling up outside the smoothie shop. "Pfft. Whatever. Mango is gross." She says, looking out the window. "I'll be right back. Then I'll take you to school." He says, getting out of the car. "Okay. See you in a few." She says, hearing his door close.
She gets a text from Damian. 'Alfred will pick both of us up from your house after school. So you can get changed for dinner tonight.' The text reads. 'Sounds good. Blake and you can meet each other. Hopefully he doesn't let his over protectiveness come out too much.' She replies, a smile on her face. She's kind of glad that she got to meet Damian and have one on one time with him. a few minutes pass. Damian texts her back. 'I'm sure he'll be fine :)' He replies. Blake gets back in the car, handing over her smoothie. "There you go. Now off to school." He says, pulling his seat belt on. He starts the car and starts driving to Gotham Academy.
"Thank you. Oh. Damian is coming over after school and we're being picked up after I change to go to his house." Blaire tells Blake. "Okay. If he touches you or looks at you funny, I'll hurt him." Blake says, feeling protective of his little sister. "Blake. Tone down the over protective big brother mode." She says, looking over at him. Blake sighs. "Fine. But you guys have to walk. I have to work till 4:30. I'll only be leaving when you get home."
"Okay. Love you, Corn Flake." Blaire says, smiling at him. "Love you too, Blaire Bear." He says, pulling up outside of the school. "Have a good day." He says as she gets out. "I will. See ya." She says, closing the door.
Blaire walks up to the doors of the school and walks inside, the sound of people yelling and talking filling her ears. An arm wraps around her shoulders. "Hey Blaire. How was your night? How's your head?" Milo asks. "How'd you know about that?" Blaire asks. "A few girls in your class were talking about it." He says, shrugging. "Oh. My head is fine." She says, taking a mouthful of her smoothie.
"Well that's good. Do you know who threw the ball?" Milo asks. "Not yet. I think it was just an accident." Blaire replies, walking up to her locker. "How was practice?" She asks as she opens up her locker. "It was pretty good." Milo smiles. Blaire smiles, getting out the books she needs. "That's good. Can't wait to see you dance at the dance competition."
"I can't wait to compete." He says, glancing at his watch. "I've gotta get to class. I'll meet you in there." He smiles, jogging away, Blaire closes her locker, turning to walk down the hallway. Adrian is watching her. Trying to get a glimpse into her mind.
Blaire walks into the English class and sits down next to Milo. "Blaire. There's a white strand of hair in your bun." He says. "You can see it? Crap." She fixes her hair, trying to hide the white strands. "Why is there white in your hair?" He asks. "I have no idea." Blaire replies, looking into Milo's eyes. "Don't let the teachers see. They'll tell you off for unnatural hair coloring." He says. "Yeah. I know. That's why I have it in a bun. But I have no idea why it's turning white." Blaire sighs, leaning her chin on her palm. She is really confused about her hair. It's also a hassle to have to buy hair dye.
Blaire has never dyed her hair before. She's been told that it ruins the hair strands and follicles. The teacher walks into the class as soon as the bell rings. Blaire and Milo both pull out their books and pencil cases, ready for the lesson to start. Not much happens during the class hour. The teacher assigns the whole class homework to do over the weekend. Which should be simple enough to finish.
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Her secrets
Fanfiction"Try living with an over protective older brother. Then you'd say that your brothers aren't THAT bad." Blaire Hamilton is a sweet young girl. She gets good grades and has good friends. She loves her older brother and always makes people laugh. But...
