After flying overseas to enroll in a prestigious boarding school, Blake Graham assumes that she can finally catch a break.
Instead, she encounters the boy who she fought with almost every day as a child.
After moving back to England, then over to...
I decided to rewrite the last chapter and combine that one with what was supposed to be the next chapter. So this'll be longer. Enjoy.
*not proofread yet, sorry for mistakes
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"Dude what the fuck?" I narrowed my eyes at Dakota, hitting him upside the head.
Dakota, who had just opened the door for me, winced and began to cry out in pain. "Stop hitting me! I have a shoot tomorrow!"
"You made my stress levels go through the roof, you deserve it!"
While I was packing for tomorrow's trip to Paris, Dakota had called me to let me know that Clark was severely ill and that I should pay him a visit. Dakota didn't give me any information other than 'he's probably on his death bed.'
So I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and some random hoodie before rushing to Clark's dorm where Dakota said they were giving their last goodbyes.
I mean obviously Clark wasn't dying and Dakota was over exaggerating, but he was probably really sick anyways. Probably had a bad case of the flu. But it still stressed me out.
So here I was, hitting Dakota for scaring me and rushing me out of my door.
"Why would you say he's on his death bed? Do you want me to break out, you douchebag?"
"I'm sorry! I just tend to exaggerate I didn't mean it! Please don't bruise me!"
I sighed deeply before ceasing my assault. "Where's Clark?"
"On the couch. Luca, Nico, and I are babysitting him currently but if you'd like to join be my guest."
"Kota! Is Blake here?" A voice rounds the corner and Luca pokes his head out. "What's up Graham cracker?"
I wince at the nickname, "Nothing much. Someone-" I glare at Dakota "told me that Clark is on his death bed, so I stopped packing to see what's up."
"Dakota, stop telling people that Clark's dying! I told you don't stress anyone out, especially Blake!" Luca hits Dakota upside the head, just like I had done a mere two minutes ago.
"Can y'all stop hitting me? I can't be concussed!" Kota groans, rubbing the back of his head with a pout. "I'm sorry I thought telling her that he was dying would make her come faster." Dakota then turns towards me. "He's being such a baby saying 'I want Blake, not you Kota. Stop climbing into my bed Kota, you're not Blake. I don't wanna cuddle with you Kota. Bring Blake and shove off.'"
As Dakota impersonated Clark, I tried my best not to crack up. He had deepened his voice and done what he thought was a British accent.
