Unfriended Blaire Novels & Stories

“Focus, dummy. I need your help.” “With what?” Blair’s voice dipped. “It’s about a friend of mine. Someone did something really messed up.” She glanced at Jacqueline, who sat quietly beside me, arms folded tightly across her chest like she was trying to hold herself together. Her scent was a mix of fear, shame… and a heat that made my jaw clench. “Check your F******k,” Blair said into the phone. “I sent you some pictures.” There was a pause. “Alright, gimme a sec… Okay, opening them now. Whoa.”

He replied. Piper nodded her head and was about to ask him why it was taking so long to fetch the footage when the door of Levi’s office opened. All three of them turned in hope of finally fishing the mystery of Faith’s escape through the footage but were left disappointed when they saw Blaire instead of the guy that had gone to get the footage. Piper pulled her eyebrows together to see the misery dripping down Blaire’s face. Blaire s one of the toughest people here, Piper has never seen her so worried. She gulped nervously, “Blaire, what happened?” She immediately question as she saw tears pooling in Blaire’s eyes. Piper felt her stomach twisting – something has gone very wrong.

The moment Lorenzo left, Lilian sank back against the wall, her chest heaving. She pressed her hands to her face, trying to make sense of everything she had just heard. Fear and confusion twisted in her stomach. Why do I have a psychopath for an uncle? she thought bitterly. Why is he doing this to my family? The sound of footsteps made her look up. The door opened slowly, and Sophia entered, carrying a small tray. Lilian’s eyes widened. She tried to speak, to ask Sophia why she was here, but Sophia gently raised a hand to silence her.

She was still crying. Patrea and Sheena arrived and sat on the opposite side, looking at us. “Drink this, Blair. So you can calm down.” Thalia sat beside me, holding a glass of water. Blair looked at me, and when I nodded, she took the glass and drank all the water in it. “Mommy, I’m sorry.” “Why are you outside? Didn’t I tell you, not today?” I asked in a low voice. We made Blair aware that there was someone who wanted to take her and that her life was in danger, but I withheld the information about mates.

And most especially, I want to punish a stubborn student. It was towards the evening and everywhere was scattered and full of dirt of biscuits nylons, soft drink bottles, leftover rice inside takeaway and many more. Even the scattering of people and their noise made it worse; school daughters/son crying for they'd miss their school mother/father, students taking pictures with outgoing celebrants. But it was all looking funkie! I sighted Blaire at a distant and ran to her. She was in a grey hoodie with black Jean. Her braids were packed into a bun and wore BB palm slip on.

rather than replying, "And who are they? And where am I?" She replied, "I am sure you meant to refer to those gorgeous hotties; haven't they introduced themselves to you yet?" This time, I decided to refrain from responding to her and instead let her enlighten me. "Quen happens to be a close friend of ours, in fact, Blaze's best friend who lives with us, but it's an extended narrative for some other time as I don't want to bore you with our lives, so I'll just introduce myself as Blythe, Blaze's sister."

Blair was the topic of discussion. - "You look better than the bride, I'd say," Drake whispered. - "That's the intention," the friend assured. Blair had been cheated on by Trevor three years earlier, when she was still living in New York. His fiancée, Rose, was a college friend he hadn't been very close to, and she was also the girl he'd cheated on her with. Being at that wedding was like saying in several languages that she hadn't just forgiven and forgotten. Because karma, indeed, would always come back around.

Because of the psychotherapy, Blaze and Uno knew about each other's existence, though they didn't necessarily agree about the other's decision making. According to the doctor, Blaze was the friendlier of the two, while Uno was sullen and moody. Even so, the latter served as their protector. Sometimes Blaze tend to make brash decisions that could potentially endanger them. I concluded from Doctor Sanders' statements that Blaze was the one I saw swinging from the chandelier. She was also the person I met on my mom's funeral.

As Greg lunged toward her, Blaire’s fist shot out first, landing a clean punch that sent him stumbling back, his friends moved in to retaliate, but before they could reach her, a security guard stepped out of the building. “What’s going on here? Why are you harassing her?” the guard demanded. Caught off guard, the three of them exchanged quick nervous glances, then retreated into the night. Blaire, unfazed and steady despite the alcohol, hailed a cab and went home, completely unshaken. I quickly shook off the memory, I didn’t want to be late for work. I got dressed quickly, slipping into my favorite oversized suit and a nude oversized skirt. Once ready, I headed to the kitchen for breakfast.