Luckily the pink haired girl hadn’t thought Blake was a complete idiot, or at least she didn’t show it through her flawless handwriting. She had been nothing but friendly from the start, something that made Blake wonder whether or not it was genuine. What did she want from him? Throughout class they exchanged the note with each other, somehow missed by their teacher’s radar (or ignored, more likely.) Blake had learned that her name was Eliza, what classes she took, what she liked to do in her free time, and they shared thoughts of what they really felt about having to attend this class before it was over. When the bell rang, Eliza was swept away by a large group of friends almost immediately. She had said a brief goodbye to him, and he had raised a hand to wave goodbye, but she was gone with the wind before he could get a single word out. 

Eliza was an interesting one. Part of the “in” crowd and yet nice to someone like him for no immediately obvious reason? Blake was unsure of her and her intentions, but she had peaked his interest. Perhaps stumbling into her desk hadn’t been such an awful thing to happen after all. 

Stuffing the note in his backpack before leaving to his next class, he silently vowed to himself to shred it once he got home. He didn’t need any random person reading his conversations… even if they were meaningless. 

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“[color=orange]See ya tomorrow man![/color]”

Blake glanced over his shoulder to his small group of friends and waved, “[color=darkcyan]See ya![/color]” He half smiled as he turned back around and exited the school doors. School had been tedious, as usual, and he was glad to be done with it. The walk back to home was usually his favorite part of the day. Most of his friends took the bus or didn’t walk in the direction he did, so he usually walked alone. It was peaceful. 

He was prepared to start his mind-clearing twenty minute walk back home, but just as he exited the doors his eyes immediately focused on the blaring red Jaguar. Chris. Without hesitation Blake hurried down the school’s steps and slid into the passenger seat. 

“[color=darkcyan]Hey Chris![/color]” He greeted, setting his backpack down at his feet. His older brother was probably the only person Blake was ever truly happy to see these days. It was nice having him back from Dartmouth, even if their parents were slightly disappointed. They tried not to make it obvious, but if Blake could tell then Chris was definitely aware. “[color=darkcyan]Taking the day off?[/color]” He asked as he buckled his seat belt and settled into the nice leather seats. 

[sub][@Emma][/sub]