*Blair’s Point of View* --- “Hi, Blair! Are you about to go home?” A voice of a girl asked me. And as I looked to my left, I saw a beautiful creature with her blonde hair in a ponytail. She seems familiar, though. Oh, yeah, right, I remembered. It was the girl Leanne kissed in the ladies’ room this morning. “Umm, yep,” I shortly answered, then she handed me a piece of paper, or maybe it's a letter or something just like that. It's inside an envelope, and it's scented. Then I looked at her in confusion, and she just smiled while showing her perfect set of pearly white teeth. “Here. And by the way, my name is Andrea Montgomery. It’s so nice meeting you.” She introduce

*Pryce’s Point of View* --- I lazily got up from my bed, grabbed my phone, and wore a thin T-shirt and short shorts. I need a glass of water. So, I made my way to my small fridge. Yeah, I got a refrigerator inside my room. I even have a small kitchen here and a living room. Uh-huh, I got a small house in my huge house. What can I say? I'm too lazy to roam around this mansion. Why did I even build a big one when I only need a small space to live? Let's just say that it could be a good investment. As I drank my glass of water, I opened my phone, and there, two text messages were received. I wonder who it might be. But, honestly, I'm only hoping that it's from Blair. Of course, I waited the whole damn night just to hear anything from her, but I didn’t.

*Blair’s Point of View* --- I woke up with the bright light making me close my eyes again. Fudge! When did I open my window? I opened my eyes again to scan my surroundings and noticed that I was not in my room. This room seems so familiar, though. Then I turned to my left side and... Hold on a second. Why is it that there's a blonde-haired girl beside me? Sh*t, where the fudge am I? I looked at the girl beside me, and I noticed that she's almost naked with just a blanket covering her body while her back is facing me. That's one hell of a sexy back. I looked under the sheets, and I almost jumped in surprise to see that I am not wearing anything, too, except my neckla

*Blair’s Point of View* --- Thank goodness! I have escaped from that place. Whew! I almost ended up double dead. But no, I guess she will never kill me. Not yet. Though she really looks so funny with her expression, she's like... pffft... no, I don't want to laugh again. I am currently here at the rooftop just to kill time after running away from the classroom with the raging Pryce. I might as well skip my morning classes. I'll just attend my afternoon classes later. And maybe her madness will fade a bit. I'm just thinking about our dinner later. What clothes should I wear? Should I wear a formal dress? Casual? Sunday's? Business attire? Or just simple clothes? Hmmm

*Blair’s Point of View* --- After we roamed the whole mall looking for dress shops and fitting different kinds of clothes and dresses, I ended up wearing tattered jeans, green skate sneakers, a sky-blue fit T-shirt, a gray scarf, and a red leather jacket. Now, I indeed looked like a walking Christmas tree with these on. Well, those two girls didn't like every dress that I chose on my own. They said, why is it all black? I look like a goth, a vampire. Well, I'm a vampire, but they don’t know, and I wouldn't tell them. I just don't know how to choose proper clothes for a normal girl like my age. It was Marge who bought me my clothes. And truth be told, I never liked those things she bought for me. They were all too colorful for my eyes. But I wouldn’t argue wi