*Leanne’s Point of View*
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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
*Blair’s Point of View* --- "Can we hurry up? I still have a lot of things to do." I protested as the girls picked up another batch of different kinds of dresses and tuxedos. We are currently in the mall at Marve's mom's clothes shop, dress shop. I don't really remember what it is called. "Just six more dresses, Blair," Drea stated while getting two dresses in a hanger. I just sighed because there's nothing I can do about this. "And four tuxedos, Blair," Lee followed while holding bunches and bunches of clothing in her hands. Ugh! This is torture! "What!!!?" I exclaimed, like, who would not?
*Blair’s Point of View* --- "Are you sure about this, Claude?" My mother asked me for the third time now as she looked at me worriedly. I have decided to go to the domain of the werewolves, which is located deep in the A****n Forest, to know why they want to kill Pryce and when they will make their move. "Don't worry, Mom, I will be back in one piece, I promise," I replied as I fixed my backpack that contained notebooks, a camera, food, and other things a researcher needs. I will go there to be a captive so that I could go into their haven and look for the information I needed. "Blairie, I will not worry for you, but I worry about the dogs," Sander uttered jokingly