At Crenshaw High, when students hear the name Blake Wilder, they think of the scary, hot boy's soccer team captain. The girls all want him and the guys all wanna be him. Everyone fears him, knowing damn well that he's the kind of guy that won't hesi...
Lately, I've been having little to no nightmares. I've been getting a decent amount of sleep and waking up feeling ready for the day ahead. Today, is one of those days and instead of laying in bed, contemplating life, I got out of bed and went straight for my shower.
I turn on the shower and while I wait for the water to get hot, I undress myself and took a piss before stepping in the hot water.
I can't believe how hard I've been trying to deny the feelings I've ha for Veronica. All my friends could see it and even my mother. Hell, I'm pretty sure my seven year old sister could see how much I like this girl, but I was dead set on believing it was just because we only just started getting to know each other.
Like, a month and a half ago, but whatever.
After finally coming clean about how I feel towards her, it feels as if a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I don't know what it is about her that has me so hooked on her. I mean, I've had my fair share of girls, but none of them meant anything to me. Before I even kissed Veronica, I felt myself wanting to know more about her, but I just thought it was me being curious about her past, or life in general.
I keep telling myself it's because of how mysterious she is. That it's the fact that she has some kind of secret behind her name that's got me so invested. Or maybe it's because she has to work for what she wants. Both her and her brother have to go behind their mother's back just to help put food on the table and pay the bills. It's the fact that she, like me, has to work for what she wants in life and doesn't feed off of her parents.
She, no doubt, has a bank screaming with money, especially with how much money she makes every Saturday night, but she doesn't act like it at all. She isn't fake and doesn't seek attention. In fact, she hates it. Maybe it's because of how real she is and was the first girl that wasn't swooning at my feet and wasn't afraid to speak her mind by calling me a dipshit.
She hated me when we first started hanging out and that was enough to make me want to get to know her more.
Once I feel clean, I turn off the water and wrap a towel around my waist before stepping out. I then start brushing my teeth before slipping into a pair of black sweatpants, a pink faded pink t-shirt, black vans and a cap.
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When I get downstairs, my baby sister is perched on a stool as she watch my mom run around the kitchen, making whatever it is she's making.
"Morning." I greet as I walk in, making my presence known. I kiss Emily on the top of her head before rounding the island and planting a kiss on my mom's cheek.
Mom hands me my protein shake as she turns to face me. "Morning honey. Think you could help me out?" My mom huffs out a breath and places her hands on her hips, looking like she'd just ran a marathon. I shouldn't laugh, but it's hard not to.
I down the shake before placing the now empty glass in the sink. "With what, Ma?" I chuckle as I turn to face her again, leaning against the island with my hip and my arms folded across my chest.
