*Blair’s Point of View*
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It's been almost a month now since that "kiss" happened at Pryce's room, and nobody opened up. Yep, I'm such a coward. I know, and no need to laugh at it in my face.
And starting from that moment, we treated each other differently. Like, I seldom annoy her, and she's like avoiding and ignoring me. Fudge! That was really a wrong move, very wrong.
Well, honestly, I was scared. Because that very moment, I have felt something very, very strange with my whole being. And I am afraid to feel it again.
But I miss her. I missed the Pryce who cared for me, the one that gets mad because I did something stupid, the girl that smiles at me and could make me smile even if I am just thinking about he
*Blair’s Point of View* --- Today's Monday, and this is the day that I'm going to ask Pryce out on a date. Fudge, I'm nervous as f*ck! I made my way to our classroom with sweaty and cold hands. Well, I've never been nervous like this before. And as I'm about to take the stairs, these girls called my attention and gave me a thumbs-up. Yeah, I'm going to kill you both later if she declines. The meeting yesterday went well, except the moment when I caught these two on their couch having... you know what couples do on the couch and butt-naked. I showed up at 10, and I never expected that I'd see something that I should not see. Damn, I should have just gone there at four. But these two just shook it off.
*Leanne’s Point of View* --- We just knew that Blair and Pryce are both having a thing for each other, and yet they both cannot see it, or they do? Well, if I am going to rate them, Blair got 100% for Pryce, while Pryce got 100% for Blair. But their distance apart is 110%. Try to think about it. They're freaking seatmates, and yet, they are not talking about things that could make their love lives in joy and become stable. Unlike my queen and me, we are totally doing great and happy. Well, even though Rey's parents don't agree with our relationship, we are both happy. We have good friends around us, and we have my granny, who's very supportive of our relationship. And if you are wondering where my parents are? They died when I was still ten years old. It’s a
*Blair’s Point of View* --- "Clean the ladies' restroom for one week. Every. After. Class." My eyes widened in complete shock when she said it right in my face. Alright, that's only my punishment for being a good student. Yes, I am good. Good enough to be sent here in the Principal's Office, for I don't know how many times already. Twice? Or nine times? I guess the latter. "But---" I tried to protest, but she cut me off immediately. "No buts, and you are going to start... Now." The queen asserted, and with that, my eyeballs jumped out of my eye sockets. The principal is just watching and listening to our conversation, a
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- I really don't want to give her the punishment, but I have to follow my academy's policies. And well, she deserves that. Like, she had been called here for more than ten times already. I don't know about her, but she really likes to break the rules. I think it's a perk of being a freak. Many weeks have passed, and yet, she didn't take responsibility for her actions. Who wouldn't be mad at a person who kisses you and acts like it's just nothing? It's my f*cking first kiss! And it's just like nothing to her? I'm surely gonna kis-- I mean, kill that freak, not for long. Just one of these days. She'll just have to wait. I never talked to her after that because she never talked to me about
*Blair’s Point of View* --- Phew, that was close! Fudge, she almost caught the mop cleaning the floor behind me. And that made me transform into a vampire for seconds to stop it using my telekinetic ability, or witch. I am not so sure about which form could do that thing. I still need to ask Mom about it. I looked at their work, and it's a fudging mess. The brush is inside the toilet bowl. The content of the bleach is all over the floor, the mop is lying dead on the floor, and everything is misplaced. Alright, I thought that it would be a big help, but it turned out to be a big disaster. I should have done it myself. This means that I still can't control my witch abilities. Fudge it, now I have to start over aga
*Blair’s Point of View* --- "WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GOING TO DIE!" I yelled as I heard what the witches' seer had said. She predicted that Pryce would be killed by the werewolves' leader, Damien. And I don't want to accept that. I would never. We went here to know why the werewolves wanted to kill Pryce and what they wanted from her. And this is what greeted me. My fangs grew on their own, even though I didn't wish to be a vampire while my hands fired up, and it slowly ran to my arms and then throughout my whole body. I looked at the seer, and she seemed like she saw a ghost. She's scared. No, she was terrified. "Claude
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- "Answer the damn phone, Cassie!" I cursed out as I dialed her number again. I need someone to talk to right now. I have just woken up from this very weird nightmare, and it really felt so f*cking real. That yesterday, I was kidnapped, and they wanted to kill me. Then someone came to rescue me and killed all those bad people and burned the place. And the last thing I remembered was Blair kissing me. Well, that's another story, but she did. Like, it's your sweet dreams always, Pryce. Shut it, brain, because this time, it seems so real. My worries went away as I remembered that Blair loves me. Yes, she really said that. No, I heard it. I redialed Cassandra's number, and still, no one ans
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- "Hey, Prycie! How are you?" Cassie greeted me on the other line. Why does she sound so different? Like, something bad happened. Is she sad, or is she crying? "Hi, Cassie! I'm absolutely fine. How about you? Why do you sound so sad? Is there something wrong? Are you crying?" I asked her, and I heard her sighed. It's just that I'm not used to hearing her being sad or lonely or even crying. I mean, she's always happy, ecstatic to be exact. She always has that good mood because even though she and her first boyfriend broke up, she was even happy about it. Because she knew that he was not the right person for her. The boy turned out to be a douchebag, and Cassie doesn't have any feelings f