*Pryce’s Point of View*
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I am in a place that I shouldn't be. Clarkson Park. And it's already 7:10 in the evening.
I'm inside of my car, deciding if I should go out or not. Well, who the hell knows what's out there? Maybe that freak was just making fun of me, or she wants to murder me.
Why did I decide to go in here after all? It's just so stupid of me.
But then, I chose to open my door and bring with me a baseball bat, just in case of an emergency. And I left the engine of the car running so that there will be lights in the headlights of my car. Why is there no light around here now?
This place was supposed to be so busy. I still remember when I was still
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- “Babe, do you still want to put some ice on it, or you'll just stare at me till morning?” She asked, and that brought me back to reality. This girl never fails to make my heart skip a beat because of her stubbornness. “You're so full of yourself, Freak. And never in your dreams that I will stare at you till morning.” I said to her as I walked to the trunk of my car to grab some ice from the cooler. Then I wrapped it in my handkerchief and tied it. I went back to her and handed her the thing in my hold. She mumbled something, but I couldn't hear it clearly, and she took the ice from me. And before she could put it near her wound, I stopped her by holding her hand that had the ice
*Blair’s Point of View* --- I am totally stunned, shocked, and confused when I saw the queenb*tch of her academy smiling and wanting to eat ice cream with me. Is the world about to end? “What flavor do you like?” She asked me cheerfully. And who the fudge is this girl? I never really imagined her to be like this. I have never seen her smile or even laugh before. And fudge, she is beyond gorgeous right now, and she makes my heart beat faster. This girl is so freaking weird. “I… umm...ah. Van…vanilla.” Sh*t, why did I just stutter? She only asked me what ice cream flavor I wanted to eat. Fudge this! Then she handed
*Blair’s Point of View* --- “Well, speaking of the right ONE, it should not be a guy. Okay, don't judge because I'm in the state of figuring that out,” I explained, and I just realized what I had said. I'll be damned. “Oh! So, you were saying that you are gay?” She asked in surprise. Well, she is such a stubborn girl. But she asked me with a smile on her lips. “I said, don't judge… because I'm still figuring that out,” I answered a bit annoyed, but smiling inside that she doesn't hate it that I'm giving her a clue that there's a big possibility that I'm gay, in which I have always been. Damn, can you blame me that girls looks so fine? No? Yeah! “Oh, sorry.” Sh
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- “Yeah, goodnight and sweet dreams, Babe,” she said and stepped out of my car. This girl’s stubborness is truly out of this world. “You too! And please, stop calling me babe,” I told her for the thousandth time while chuckling, but the last part of it is still a lie. I'd want her to call me that. “Aye, Madam!” She uttered, and I drove away as I shook my head lightly and smiled to myself. Damn, this is the best night of my life ever! -- I slumped on my bed while smiling like an idiot. And then, I suddenly yelled, “Blair Kendall, you will be mine!” And I smiled at the thought of it.
*Blair’s Point of View* --- “Wow, it's a miracle that you are up early, Blair. I'm supposed to wake you up because you broke your alarm clock yesterday. But don’t worry. I’ll buy you another one soon.” Marge greeted me as I made my way to reach for the cereal box and get some milk then poured it into my bowl. “Well, actually, I didn't wake up early. I didn't sleep... is the right term.” I replied, and I began devouring my cereals. “Oh, and what made you wake all night?” She interrogated me and brought the mug to her mouth to drink her morning coffee. I'm thinking of a good answer, and happily, I found one. I can't tell her that I haven't slept because I was thinking about a particular blue-eyed girl. So, instead
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- I stood there frozen and blushing after Blair left. Well, I am honestly still amazed and stunned when she pulled off her helmet earlier and revealed her beautiful glowing face with her brown hair so shiny and straight. Oh, I’m so gay. What does that girl have that I can't think or talk straight when she's near me? She called me sweetheart today. What's that supposed to mean? I only hope that she's not playing with me. Damn it! She better not be a playgirl. But I still couldn't get over last night. She could be a lesbian, too, so I have a pretty big chance on her. Sh*t, stop being so gay so early in the morning, Pryce.
*Blair’s Point of View* --- I looked at the most gorgeous girl that I have ever laid my eyes on. And I think I was stunned a little but recovered quickly when she looked at me with her eyebrows meeting each other and a face in pure disbelief. When I remembered that I was still holding the bastard down, I released him but pushed him to the floor, and his face landed first. “F*ck!” He cursed, and I didn't feel sorry for him. He deserves that. “Uh... Hi, there!” I greeted her while smiling at her widely. “What happened here?” She asked no one in particular, and I waited for someone in the crowd to answer. Everybody went si
*Pryce’s Point of View* --- I'm here at the canteen while taking up my lunch, and I just noticed that Blair isn't here yet. When we were at the rooftop earlier, she just slept her ass out. Nope, I'm not disappointed. We could have talked about some things, right? But, ugh! Never mind. I guess I need to lie to Mrs. Johnson about sending Blair to the principal's office. My eyes kept on searching for the freak here but failed. I wonder where she could be? As I finished my lunch, I went straight to the classroom so that I could read the book that I borrowed yesterday. I really can’t help but smile at the memory of how I found this one at the library. I didn’t just find a book but also a girl who I like to read stori