Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Blair’s Pov
“Cheerleading practice at five. Be there on time. No latecomers allowed.” Our team captain Camille and my best friend announced.
“Yes Ma’am.” We all replied together. It was an inside joke. Camille was the usual queen bee but when it comes to cheerleading practice, she is stricter than Mr. Peter, the basketball coach and our gym teacher.
“Good, now disperse.” We were all in the girls changing room after a tiring round of practice. We all showered and changed into normal clothes apart from some who preferred staying in the sweaty uniform to show that they are a part of the team.
Gross, if you ask me.
I changed into a pink frill skirt and a white loose top. I wore matching white heels and left my blonde hair open in waves. I applied eyeliner, mascara and some blush and not to forget, my soft pink lipstick. I also tied a watch in one wrist and white bracelet on the other.
I quickly grabbed my bag from my locker and went to stand with Camille who was waiting for her on-off boyfriend Trey.
They weren’t exactly a couple, just friends with benefits and they like it that way. Camille said that things are easy for her when there are no feelings involved. Secretly, I was hoping that they get together. They make such a cute pair.
We waited for approximately five minutes talking about random things from pasta shapes to unbelievable break-ups in Hollywood.
Trey sauntered in the hallways in his mighty glory surrounded by his remaining team mates. Did I mention he is the basketball team captain? As soon as he reaches us, he kissed Camille and then pecks her head. Like I said cute!
“Hey, babe.” He greeted her in his deep and rough voice. Blonde hair and blue eyes, he was the conventional good looking boy and he looked even more handsome while staring at Camille like she is the best thing in the world.
Secretly, I think that Trey loves her a lot but is just scared to tell her.
“Hey, nutcase.” I, too, greeted in my usual way. Even though he was exceptionally good looking, they didn’t serve him well in the academic department.
He wasn’t failing but he wasn’t even average. Not that I can say anything, I myself am just above average.
“Sometimes, I wish I can kill you.” He chuckled and told me, humor clear in his voice.
“Oh honey how much I would like to do the same to you! Your only saving grace is the girl in your arms.” I replied, with a teasing glint in my voice.
“Okay, that’s enough for today. We need to leave or we will be late for class.” Camille quickly stopped our friendly banter.
“Yes my queen,” and Trey escorted her while I trotted behind them. The teacher was not in the class when we entered. Trey sat with his buddies after being rejected by Camille to sit beside her while I and she sat at the back of the class. What can we say? We have an image to maintain.
“Good morning class.” Ms. Clay greeted us and we gave her a monotonous reply in return. She wasn’t that bad of a teacher, it is just that Geography bored me to hell and back. It was a miracle in itself that I managed to pass till now in that subject.
“So, who wants to learn about where we find coal mines?” she asked in a cheerful voice and the only thought in my mind was ‘not me babe.’ When no one answered except for some of the nerds, she smiled at the awkwardness in the class and started teaching.
I listened for some while and then I was struggling to keep my eyes open. My bad luck, she noticed. “Ms. Wilson, may I know what you were doing?”
I so wanted to say that ‘I was sleeping you dumb thing’ but I settled for, “meditating?” I was so unsure of the answer that it came out as a question.
“And I am an elephant.” Oh, that you are Ms. Clay. I mean, at two hundred plus pounds and a short height will make anyone compare her to that animal. My thought was voiced out by one of Trey’s buddies and the whole class started laughing.
“Quiet and detention at five Ms. Williams.” Ms. Clay announced and I groaned internally.
“But she has cheerleading…” Ms. Clay interrupted Camille, “which she can continue after six Ms. Davis.”
Ms. Clay glared at me and when I sat down, Camille too glared at me.
What did I do?
I almost dragged myself to detention room with zero interest of entering the room. Unfortunately, I have no choice. I pushed the door open to see a whole lot of nerds staring at me.
“Sorry. Wrong classroom.” I chuckled awkwardly and went to close the door when a vice stopped me. “You are in the right class Ms. Wilson. You are going to help me supervise their exams. ”
“Excuse me?” I questioned her. Did she actually think that I am going to stay here doing this pointless job? “You are staying with me.” I stared at her for some time, and then went to sit on the first bench.
“What do I have to do miss?” I asked as politely as I can.
“You are going to give out supplement papers and collect the papers, order them in stacks according to the last name and keep it in my utility closet in my room. Am I clear?”
“Yes.” I added after some time, “miss.”
She did say about helping her but Mrs. Clay left in the first ten minutes and it was almost half an hour and she’s still not back. Supervision was one of the toughest jobs in my opinion but this, is a piece of cake.
Usually, when my class writes papers, there is so much noise and paper ball throwing that it is one hell of work to maintain the class. But here! Not a single person was attempting to copy, let alone do it.
The whole room was silent except for rustling of papers, sharpening the pencils and the fan. Other than that, dead silent! What kind of a human class is this?
I sighed out loud and just like my entrance, all eyes were on me. “Sorry,” I deadpanned, not feeling sorry at all. If I stay here for some more time, I would surely go bonkers.
Time passed and the exam finally came to an end. All the students were sitting randomly and I collected all the papers. All the children left without giving me a second glance or a hand of help. I looked at the subject on the paper and it read AP Math. No wonder it felt like all new faces.
I organized it just like she had said and went to the faculty room to give it to her. I was about to enter when I heard some voices. I looked through the window and saw Ms. Clay and the principal kissing that was the most disgusting thing I have seen in my life.
Ms. Clay is a spinster but the last time I checked, our principal’s son graduated last year and his wife was very much alive.
I think I was more disgusted by the fact that he was having an affair with Ms. Clay rather than the fact that he was having an affair! I somehow expected some exotic looking woman in her place.
They still hadn’t stopped kissing when a thought came into my mind. I quickly took the phone from my bag, switched off the flash and sound and clicked as many photos I can in many angles. As it was about to cross the pg-13 rating, I knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Ms. Clay breathless voice was almost a shout. Eww!
“We should think about elaborating the……” the principal was saying when I entered. I know what you about to elaborate you old ape!
“Here are the sheets Ms. Clay.” I passed the sheets to her, managing to avoid looking into her eyes because I am sure that if I do it, I will start laughing loudly.
“You can leave for practice now.” She said looking flustered. The top button of her boring dress was open. Home-wrecking hag!
“Thank you miss.” I ran as fast as I can from that room. If I stay any later, I will start puking.
By the time I reached gym, I slowed down to a jog. I quickly changed into my cheerleading uniform and went to the right part of the gym where Camille and Trey were making out.
“I thought this was supposed to be a practice session.” I said loudly and the whole of gym was looking at them.
“It is.” Camille pushed Trey off her and walked to me.
“Why are you so late?” I contemplated telling her but I then decided against it. The photos may come in handy when I need them and Camille will force me to send the photos to her if I tell about it to her. I instead, replied to her question. “I had to arrange some AP class answer sheets.” I walked to the remaining of the team and we got into our positions.
Just like that the photos were forgotten and I put my all into the practice.
I reached home by almost eight. I quickly parked my car in its designated area beside Dad’s space which was unsurprisingly vacant.
“Mom, I am home.” I called put to her expecting a reply. But there was silence followed by slapping of feet on my house’s wooden staircase.
“Mom’s running late. She will be home by ten.” My youngest brother Blake informed me. He is thirteen and was on the verge of crossing my five-five frame. I wasn’t the tallest person in my household with my other brother Brandon and my Dad standing proudly at six-one. However, Mom was just five, so that makes her the shortest.
“Okay kid. Made dinner or do you want me to?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.
“I want some sort of sandwich for dinner.” He ran back to his room again.
I too, went to my room and took a hot shower and changed into shorts and one of Brandon’s t-shirt. Brandon is two years elder to me and is pursuing a degree in literature at the local college. I was busy preparing sandwiches with Blake watching the television when the bell rang.
“Open the door Blake.” I shouted to him, hoping he would listen.
After some time, I heard the door opening and Mom’s and Bran’s voices. I finished making dinner and went to the main hall. “Hey Mom.” I greeted her with a smile on my face.
“Hi, honey. Did you make dinner?” I nodded my head and I wanted to laugh at the relieved expression on her face.
“Thanks Honey, you are a lifesaver.” She kissed my cheek and went to freshen up and Bran did the same.
I went to kitchen and finished the rest of the work when Dad entered looking mighty in his three piece suit and a briefcase.
“Hey princess.” He too kissed my cheek like mom and went to their room.
Since I am alone, I decided to watch T.V. for some time. I settled for a rerun of Friends waiting for everyone to arrive.
Just as one episode was coming to an end, Bran jumped on the sofa. “Can’t you sit on it like some normal human for once?” I am so irritated by his habit and he does it every time to irritate me.
“Can’t you shut up for once?” he retorted with an even more irritating smirk on his face.
“I will one you start behaving like a normal person.” I almost punched him, but he blocked it with his brute strength.
“I am normal. If you so much problem with me, you can always leave.”
“Why should I leave? I was here first.”
“I meant the world.”
“Brandon Wilson, how can you such a thing to me? I am your younger sister.” I wasn’t angry by any means. It was his daily routine and I know that he doesn’t mean a single thing he says. But he doesn’t need to know that I am not offended.
“What is happening here and why are you shouting Blaire?” Mom asked me like she does almost everyday.
Just as Dad entered, I replied in a sad voice. “Brandon told me to go somewhere and die.”
Just as I said that, my Dad’s eyes narrowed on my elder brother. Bingo!
You are so screwed Brandon.
“Brandon, did you say it?” Dad’s voice was sharp which clearly indicated one thing. Do not lie.
“Yes, but…” before Brandon can actually explain his innocence, Dad interrupts him.
“That was the worst thing you can say to your sister! I thought you better than that son.” He’s clearly disappointed.
“You are grounded for the next week. No games and no parties.” My brother growled out something under his breath which made Dad angrier. “Come again, young man?”
“Nothing, sir.” He grumbled.
“That’s better. Now let’s have dinner.” Dad walked back and Bran glared at me.
“You are so going to pay for this.” He threatened and I gulped. The last time he was angry, I ended up with blue hair for a week.
“I’ll talk to Dad.” I said quickly.
He just nodded and went to the dining table. I follow him and sat on a chair next to Blake.
“Come on kids, let us pray.” Mom told us as she is setting up the table.
And one more day gone!
