My True Valentine [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2 - Meeting with the Nemesis

Blake's P.O.V.
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I stared at the gaping woman on the floor in front of me. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair cassaded down her back, her olive skin looked like she lived on the beach. But the most important part was her eyes. They were a deep, electric blue, with patches of green on the outsides. She looked like Cinderella. Actually,  she seemed vaguely familiar. Whoever she was, she was beautiful. I loved admiring her, couldn't stop.

Then I felt the hot coffee on my chest.

"Ah! What the -" Was all I could say before she stood on her feet and pushed me away. The coffee didn't hurt anymore, luckily, but her eyes stared into mine like she wanted knives to be thrown at my face.

"How dare you even touch me, Blake Lanchester!"

How does she know my name? And why is she so angry towards me? I stared at her, dumbfounded, until she pushed me out of her way.

"Surprised you even made it out of high school." She huffs, before storming past me.

I grab her hand out of pure white rage and stared at her straight in the eye.

"What did you say?" I growled, staring so hard that my eyes hurt, and grinding my teeth so hard I could have chipped my amazing smile easily, within seconds.

She stares just as angrily back and I recognize her immediately. I should've known that glare from anywhere.

It was my enemy, Summer Johnson. No, scratch that. Nemesis.

"I said, do. Not. Touch. Me." She growls, yanking her arm away like my hand is fire.

Running off to her car, I run a hand down my face. The things I go through for Matt, I swear.

If your wondering why I hate that maniac of a woman (she's more like a shark, if you ask me) is because of a girl I dated back in high school. I think her name was Lauren? Yeah, Lauren. Anyways, just my luck she's best friends with Summer, so like any other protective friend she told me to leave her alone (with a couple slaps across the face). Lots of pranks and just plain humilations happened after that. Let's just say I don't forgive her for the pink streaks on my eletric blue lambourigini, or the loss of dates after the grand final football game. I don't want to talk about it.

Reaching for my now ringing phone, I cringe when a loud voice booms into my ear.

"Blake! Where are you man? Th- that thing, it's nearly gone!"

I huff, walk inside the café, grab a serviette, and wipe my shirt. Luckily it isn't my favorite, I guess.

"What stuff, Matt? Tell me where you are."

"Just this stuff, okay?"

"What, stuff?!" I growled, and a laugh comes from the other side.

"Well, to describe, it's white, powdery and looks like sherbert. Once it's up though, it doesn't... it doesn't feel nice now."

In case you didn't notice, my friend Matt here is a drug addict. A buddy from high school. I hired him because, well, he needs it. And I don't leave a friend behind. Does it help that he's broke too, or that he has a long list of criminal deeds on his record? No. But he does make our opposing teams stutter during meetings. Having to go to the toilet three times every twenty minutes sort of makes you wonder.

"Where are you, Matt? Don't test my patience." I walk out, smiling and winking at a lady who notices my scowl.

"I told you man, 23rd Holden Street. Hurry up!"

Hanging up the phone I grudgingly get into the front seat of my car, and turn to get out of the parking lot.

Honk!

What the hell? Oh.

Look at that, little miss 'I'm perfect' Summer Johnson is flipping me the bird inside her sleek car, probably a new toy daddy bought.

I flip it right back and speed away, making sure to get dust on her car, smirking.

Honk!
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Party music blasted from the house. 23rd Holden Street.

Just a question, who throws a party at 5:00 in the afternoon? Druggies.

I climb the front porch and knock on the door once, twice, three times. When no one answered I just barged in.

I should have prepared my wandering eyes. A naked man stood at the front door, holding a chain. Where he got it from, I don't know. But he looked at me with hatred that made me shudder. I only got that from Summer. Not that I care, anyways. But I found him intimidating, scary even.

Then his face changed, into amusement. He whipped his chain at me, lightly tapping the tips of the business shoes. I stepped back, holding my hands up in a 'I surrender'.

"Want to play, little boy?" He asked, whipping again at my toes. I shook my head quickly, and was glad when he stomped away. Well that was random.

"Matt?" I called, hoping not disturb the half-naked, sleeping men on the two seated couch. Yes, men. There were four of them, similar to the one at the door. I crept past them, trying not to tip over any cans of beer or brush against any cocaine on the floor. I am not getting arrested, even for Matthew.

When I find him, lying on the floor, his eyes wide and dilated, I want to help him and nurse him, but at the same time fire him and yell a couple colorful words at him. He looks green, covered in patches of blue and purple. He's had a beating, and I recon that guy at the door is to blame. He wasn't so friendly to me and he seemed sober enough. I can't imagine a few hours ago.

"Let's go, buddy." I say, lifting him up.

"Argh!" He screams in pain. The music gets turned down and people stare. Should I call an ambulance? Police maybe? I can't because if I do that, my company is screwed. The news will get right on top of it, mixing up the story. I have no doubt in my mind that they will make a 'mistake' and I'll end up being the naked guy with that chain.

"You alright buddy? Come on, don't be a wuss," I huff, trying to heave him up again.

"I can't, n-n-need hospital," He whimpers, closing his eyes shut in pain.

"Goddamn it Matt!" I whisper, taking out my phone and dialling 000.

Since when it is normal to have a business associate go to the hospital and meet the person I despise on the same day?

Blake Lanchester, if this is our 'normal' then we are in deep trouble.

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A/N

Hi! Wanted to leave a week gap to see how many I could achieve. Pretty okay, if I do say so myself. Everybody starts out small.

50 reads on this book by Sunday? Please?

(Will update if not I won't be mean).

Well, yeah. This is really short, sorry. Edited not that much, so maybe tomorrow I'll change it up. Just wanted to update already. Picture on the side is where Cassie and Summer met up!

Thanks again my sunflowers (should I call you that?)
Brook