Blake

~ 3 days earlier ~

"Blake! Blair! Get up!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I pried my eyes open and they immediately burned from the sunlight that poured into my room. I let out a groan as I hulled myself out of my bed and groggily walked into my ensuite.

I took my hair out of the two braids and lightly ruffled my chocolate brown hair. Running lukewarm water, I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face before going back into my bedroom to pick out an outfit.

I settled for a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank. I slipped my arms through an army green light jacket. I zipped it up halfway, letting a portion of my tank peek through.

Going downstairs, I'm greeted with the familiar sight of my mother clad in her all black suit and red matte lipstick. She sipped on her coffee and I absolutely hated seeing the coffee mug stained by her lipstick. 

She didn't even acknowledge me because of her engrossment in her magazine. I started to make myself a bowl of cereal when Blair strolled into the kitchen.

I did a double take when I saw what she wore. She was dressed in a low cut floral blouse and a short skin tight black skirt. I don't know why she chose that blouse, she has nothing to show anyway. 

"Good morning!" She chirped. When Mom finally looked up, her expression was priceless. She could probably freeze someone solid with that icy glare. 

I snorted a little, knowing Blair was about to get it. 

"You're not leaving the house like that Blair, go change," She ordered.

"I'm not changing."

Here we go.

"Excuse me, the last time I checked you're the child and I'm the adult now go change," Mom replied sternly.

"What are you gonna do, drag me?" Blair challenged. 

"That's a new one," I mumbled, swirling my cereal around before spooning it into my mouth. They do this almost every day. Blair would wear something Mom didn't approve of and Blair just gave her attitude. It was amusing at one point, now it's just built into my morning routine.

Blair ended up going back up stairs grudgingly. That's how it always ends up being.

"Blake don't forget I want you to talk to your teacher about switching you to AP classes," Mom reminded.

"Uh huh," I huffed with a roll of my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," She pointed her red painted finger nail at me. "Blair! Hurry up so your sister can drive you to school!"

I slipped on my black tattered combat boots and grabbed my keys off the counter.

"I'm waiting in the car!" I shouted up to Blair. I swear this child takes eight millenniums to get ready.

When I walked outside, the fresh brisk air blew my hair back. I slid in the drivers seat and waited for Blair.

The door opened and she was dressed in a white tee and distressed light washed jeans. I didn't know why she always picked a fight with Mom. She's only a freshman and she tries to dress like she's older than me.

"God I hate her," She rested her head against the window as I started driving.

"No you don't Blair. Don't say that," I shook my head. 

"Well it's the truth."

 "Blair I don't know why you pull the same things everyday," I sighed. "You know how Mom is."

"Well maybe if she wasn't such a little bi-"

"That's enough!" I interrupted sharply.

"Ok stop actYou're just as bad as she is!" She snapped. I had to admit I was hurt that my little sister thought of me that way. Maybe that was why I wasn't considered cool or spontaneous in school.

The rest of the ride was rode in silence, as usual.

I pulled up to my usual parking spot. As soon as the car stopped, Blair got out and slammed the door.

With my hands still gripped to the steering wheel, I rested my head upon it. Why couldn't we have a normal family bond. I only had a close relationship with Dad, who I happen to not see often.

My head jerked up when I heard a light knock on my glass. I looked up and saw Stella and Peyton waving at me. They've been my best friends for the longest. I lightly smile and open the door.

"Hey kiddo! Why do you look so down, it's Friday," Stella said cheerily.

"Yeah we're supposed to go the mall later," Peyton said. It's true, every Friday we would go to the mall.

"I don't know, my mom wants me to take an AP class, which means that I'm going to have a buttload of work to do," I pointed out.

"Goodness, your mom is really killing me with this early curfew too. I mean we're going to be seniors next year," Stella whined as we entered the school.

"You're telling me," I laughed. I'm soon shoved to the side as a group of kids come bustling down the hallway with obnoxious laughs. I also heard indecipherable whispers.

Sometimes I wish I had a different life.

I mean my parents do have high paying jobs and we have a really nice house, they've given me a sustainable life. But I wanted a family where we ate together and had regular conversations, not constantly bicker.

I wouldn't care if we lived a small ranch, as long as we were a close knit family. My family quarrels like it's a sport. Except for Dad, he was usually the peace maker and I loved him for it.

"I'll see you guys later I gotta go to Geography," Peyton bided us goodbye. Stella and I had English together as our first class.

"So your mom is making you take an AP class?" Stella asked.

"Ugh yes," I groaned. "I can never catch a break, she already scolded me for getting a C- on my exams."

"It's ok B," Stella rubbed my shoulders encouragingly.

We took our seats in English class and the dreaded class began.

*

"So are we gonna hit the mall or what!" Peyton smiled giddily as she walked toward Stella and I outside the school building.

"Yes we are with my broke self!" Stella cheered.

"I gotta drop Blair off first," I slumped my shoulders and rolled my eyes.

"Oh the little brat?" Stella giggled. I couldn't object to it because she really was a brat. A spoiled little ungrateful brat.

"Yeah, but I'll meet you guys after I drop her off," I started to walk backwards to my car as we bid each other goodbye. I spun on my heels, only to harshly smack into someone.

"Oh sorry" I said instinctively. But I immediately wanted to take it back once I knew who it was.

Lea King.

"Ouch!" She shrieked. She regained herself, fixing her blouse and long dark hair.

"I didn't see you!" My voice involuntarily went high pitched.

"Clearly," She rolled her eyes and walked off with Jane, her little sidekick. As if on cue, Blair walked up with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Well are we gonna go or what?" She bumps my shoulder with hers.

"I'm dropping you off home, I'm going to the mall with Stel and Peyton," I told her.

One thing about Blair, is that she knows how to keep a grudge. Our little episode in the morning clearly wasn't finished. I sent a quick text telling Mom about my plans and pull out of the parking lot.

Blair and I didn't exchange any words during the ride.

I turned into our driveway and Blair hastily got out, slamming the door behind her. I started to back out of the driveway when my phone rang, Mom flashing across the screen. I rolled my eyes knowing she's probably going to rant about something useless or cancel my plans.

"Hello?"

"Blake!" I immediately pulled the phone from my ears, that are now ringing.

"Yes?"

"You're not going to the mall this time, I need you to clean the house I have important people coming over for dinner. I'll be home in a couple hours," She informed coldly. I threw my head back in frustration as I ran my free hand through my hair.

I inwardly sighed, "Fine."

The line goes dead and I shut my car off. My phone dinged, signaling I received a text.

stel : hey girl, you on ur way here??

blake : Sorry, I have to clean the house, my mom has "important ppl"coming over -_-

stel : omfg ugh!

I entered the house and sat my phone down on the granite counter top in kitchen. I took out my headphones from my back pocket and untangled them. I couldn't clean unless I had music. It's like I can't function without it.

"What are you doing home?" Blair asked.

"I have to clean the house," I sighed.

"Sucks for you," She giggled bitterly. I rolled my eyes and began to clean the kitchen.

*

"Blake! Blair! I'm home!" Mom shouted. I'm surprised she hasn't lost her voice yet because she's always yelling.

I was lounged on the couch, when she walked right in front of the tv. Uh you're not made of glass is what I wanted to say. She switched the TV off, beginning to tidy up the living room . . . in which I already cleaned.

"You and your sister need to stay upstairs, while my guests are over."

"Why, do you not want them to know you have children?" I uttered softly.

"What?" She snapped her head back in my direction.

"Nothing," I waved off, walking toward the stairs.

"And I hope you got into that AP class!"

"I did!" I told her as I up the stairs.

"Good, I know you have homework to do so get to it!"

I did have homework, but I wasn't going to do it right away. I wanted to wait until last minute like a normal teenager.

When I got into my room, I flung myself on my bed. My dad gets home later than usual on Fridays, so I won't see him for a while. Well my Friday night is officially trashed.

I decided to take a shower to unwind. I feel as if the hot water burns all the stress off of my skin.

I changed into my favorite pjs and watched reruns of Friends. Blair and I will probably have to order take out due to my mothers guests. My dad will probably eat on his way home. Most of my Friday's were like this.

My mother has always pushed me to be something great, an overachiever, a perfect human almost. But in reality, there's only so much that one person can take before they person snap.

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A/N> Hii guys! I know this chapter maybe a little boring, but I wanted this mainly focus on the Taylor Family and character development.

The next few chapters are part of character development actually, I need to lead up the incident before I go into the intense parts. So just stick with me.

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-kya h.