How He Played

Chapter One

Alex Pettyfer As Blake

Kennedy

"Blake! I swear if you're wearing my black t-shi-"

"I'm not wearing you're damn t-shirt!" He shouts back at me with the same attitude from his room. I grab my bag, throwing it on my shoulders as I quickly rush my shoes on.

"Well then come in here and show me which t-shirt you're wearing!" I shout to him, surprised my father isn't hitting his head off the walls at this point.

"I don't need to show you anything!" He shouts, and I can hear him quickly run down the stairs. He's trying to escape. Big mistake.

"Blake, you cannot hide from me!" I shout as I run downstairs after him, but just as I reach the bottom, he's started his car and is backing out of the drive.

"Hey Asshole!" I shout as I run out after him, very quickly I'm grabbed by my dad who drags me indoors. He looks at me, face stern, and I know I shouldn't annoy him, but I just couldn't take him seriously.

"Where do you think you're going Kennedy?" He asks, tapping his foot before pointing a finger at me and wiggling it up and down.

"You know I was thinking about going to school, but suddenly realised that signing up for prostitution would be a much more effective use of my time," I smile, opening the door so that I can leave.

"As much as I hate to agree," he glares at me, "You're already dressed like a Prostitute." He points at me once again, and I look at my chest, quickly realising that I didn't put a t-shirt on.

"Damn that asshole," I sigh, running upstairs to cover all decency I have. "Blake stole my shirt from me!" I shout down to my father, who waits in the lounge for me as I shove on the first thing I can see, which happens to be imagine dragons merch, it's faint, but still wearable.

"Happy?" I ask my dad as I sprint down the stairs to the door, he smiles and opens the door for me.

"More than happy sweetheart," he smiles as I gently kiss him on the cheek and run out to my car. "Have a good day!" He shouts as I back out of the drive, dedicated to catch my brother.

I know he picks up Connor at half past, which means if I grab Clair and race him to the school I can beat him, and revel in screaming at him for stealing my beautiful black t-shirt.

I pull up to Clair's house and beep the horn twice, which she knows means we need to hurry. At the start of the year we'd arranged a system so that if I was in a hurry I'd beep twice, and if my world was crashing down I'd beep three times.

So far, three beeps had never been used.

Clair very quickly runs out of the house and jumps into the car, knowing that I never use two beeps for nothing. "What's up?" She asks as she fixes her brown wavy hair.
"Who are you ready to murder?" She narrows her eyes as her smile gets bigger.

"What makes you think I'm ready to murder someone?"I ask, speeding down the street as fast as I can, Blake was going to regret stealing my things.

"Because Ken...you're wearing more eyeliner than Gerard Way." She laughs, "but you look hot so you're good."

   "Gerard Way? What is this, 2009?" I smile, noticing how my eyeliner did smudge while I chucked my shirt on.

"Blake..." I answer her question, "I'm going to kill Blake." I turn to her for a split second before getting my eyes head back to the road, "he's going to regret annoying his big sister."