{True Event}

boy

/bɔɪ/

noun

a male child or youth.

"I remember you saying you owe me something." I look up from my book and meet the one and only Blake, who stands in front of me. The table was the only thing that stood in our way. He snatched the chair from behind him and sat it against the wall. My brows raised slightly, unsure of what was about to come out of his mouth. He gave me a smug smirk after I nodded.

"I need you to do my English literature homework, which is due after lunch." Before going back asleep in my arms, I scoffed, like really scoffed. Blake mutters something and nudges my arms. I shrug him off and notice his small movement. When I notice my beanie being pulled away from my head, I feel him poke my head more times than I can count.

That jolted me back up, and my eyes widened at the sight of Blake's face so near to mine. His nose was quickly brushing up against mine. I stared him in the eyes. "Come on, princess, I helped you last week with your bike. Just one one favour." I groaned and moved my gaze to the door.

"Fine, now go away. I was sleeping." He pinches my cheeks thanking me before walking away, I finally close my eyes and pull my beanie over my face ignoring every light that struck through me.

After finishing his thesis on how Shakespeare exhibits language of emotions or anything, it was time for English literature. I stood near my locker barely long enough to take a photo from the back. I slam it shut and push it back into the locker. After discovering him cheating on me with her, he didn't deserve me in the first place. I didn't even give it a second thought before removing myself from his life. Blake and a few pals are walking down the corridor when I notice them.

I grab my bag form the floor and walk towards him with his essay in my hands. "The next fight is tomorrow. Then we head to the finals-" The way one of them immediately stopped talking, Blake looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

"I'll see you guys later," he says. Was I supposed to follow him as he turned away from them and toward me and began walking? "Princess, hurry up. "As I hurried after him, he looked down at my diminutive physique and I up to his tall one, and that gave me my answer. "Did you finish your homework?"

"I did it, now my debt to you is paid." I said, handing him the essay paper. He chuckles looking down at it. The dimple was showing, it was adorable. I noticed a few gazes into my direction and I pulled my beanie down slightly to block them from my sight.

"You are a genius, you should keep doing my work."

"You knew it was due today, It's been submitted for weeks. What has got you tied down? Work?" That moment he tensed slightly, he nods his head before walking away.

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"So, there's this boy I know in my class...he is so weird. He comes into morning classes so tired...sometimes it gets to the points where he knocks out. He's nice though. He is nice to me and I noticed how differently he treats me compared to other people." I told everything about Blake to Keira and she listened excitedly like a high schooler.

Keira has become my friends during chemotherapy, she's almost like a mother figure towards me. She listens, advises and jokes with me. We joke so much about cancer that I forget I even have it for a minute. Belle had gone to do her usual tour around the hospital giving me space to talk to Keira. Even though I knew she was looking for hot doctors. She thinks she can be so sly with me?

But Belle has been here more than my own family, she's always helping me since she has her own car. I have my license but I just can afford a car and chemotherapy. I mean walking is still a good exercise, so I don't really mind. It's better than being a selfish daughter. I already know my parents are sort of struggling with paying chemotherapy. I heard my mum on the phone to my grandparents. She was asking for money, I tried finding jobs online but I wasn't flexible. With having my end of year SATs I couldn't.

"Oh my, is he good looking?" She asked elbowing my arm, I laugh and shrug my shoulders.

"He's okay, okay that's a lie he is so fucking hot but I feel like he has something that makes him so secretive. I want to find out more but I don't want to pry."

"I feel like my little Amira has a crush on him." She answers, the nurse comes towards me telling me my chemo therapy session was done as she lies out the needle.

"No way, he is not my type. The amount of tattoos this man has and the pricing, he scares me sometimes." I muttered as the nurse begins taking out the needle from my arm.

"Oh people who are in denial describe them, you like him and you just don't want to admit it." I shake my head still disagreeing. I just met Blake, yes he is sort of attractive but he was not my type and I knew for a fact I would rather die than ever fall in love with him. He was a fuck boy on many levels, I was not ready to tangle myself.

I thank her and stand up from the chair kissing Keira on the forehead. "Never Keira, I would never like him."

"Oh, lets make a bet. If he makes you fall in love with him by then end of this term then you owe me a apple pie every day for a week. Speaking of apple pies, can you go get me one from the cafeteria please. I am vanished from this ball shit."

"The bet is on, I don't fall in love so easily." Walking away hearing her shout 'THANK YOU' as loud as she possibly can along with 'I'm winning more pie' to the nurses. Entering the cafeteria, I see long queue and groan loudly. Thats until I feel someone tap onto my shoulder. "Well, donating blood again?" His deep voice occurs into my head as I turn seeing his light blue eyes staring into my own. I raise an eyebrow confused and see him mimicking me.

"Yeah, yeah I am but what are you doing here?"

"Like I said before I like walking around here." I nod my head not wanting to pry.... I really did but we weren't as close and he respects not prying into my 'donating blood' excuse. "You weren't at school all morning today, left me alone listening to an entire two whole hours of Shakespeare and no shoulder to lean on." We both chuckled when I hear him groan loudly, he was acting as if he was watching a flower grow day by day.

"Missing me already, Blake?" I joked.

"I actually did, tell anyone I said that and I will bury you in the forest." I snort loudly, my eyes widen before covering my mouth as some people look at me in the cafeteria. "It wasn't that funny Amira." I rolled my eyes turning back to the queue.

Was it weird that I don't feel different around him? He was like a female version of Keira. Cocky yet kind. I literally forgot I had cancer like a few minutes ago whilst talking to him. I don't like him, I just met him a few weeks ago.

"Hey, are you doing anything tonight?" He asked. Before I was going to lie and say yes, I feel two arms wrap around my shoulder and a head peers from it.

"Not that she knows of, why?" Belle mutters slurping onto her drink, "Oh is this him-" I slap my hand against her mouth and chuckle awkwardly.

"One second." I mutter he nods his head smirking. I pull Belle to the side and she tumbles back, "Belle what the hell?!" I whisper.

"He's fucking hot, and if you don't go out with him, I will slam dunk your head in a basketball hoop but why does he look so familiar..."

"I was going to say yes anyways,"

"Yeah totally, you leaving the house is like Trump leaving the white house after being a pussy."

"I'm offended to be compared to that tangerine," I slither.

"Go. Go now before he thinks we are a bunch of weirdos. Oh wait, we are. The two bitches are left." She laughs loudly, I knew for a fact she put Tequila in that drink. I turn around and walk back to Blake who stood waiting in the queue.

"Sorry about that, but no I don't have anything today."

"Want to go somewhere?"

"Is this an attempt of the kidnapping idea you had earlier?" He smiles and shakes his head as we begin walking towards the food, I grab a plate and put a slice of apple pie onto it as I settle it down onto the tray.

"Come on, do you like adventures?"

"I mean yeah but not the burying me alive one."

"Pass me your phone." He says, I raise my eyebrows and hand it over to him. He begins typing onto it before bringing his own phone out of his pocket. "Send me your address, I will pick you up at seven." He hands me my phone and I look down seeing his number on my phone.

"Blake where are we even-" I look up and see him gone, okay then that was weird.

I look down at my outfit, I wore black tight high waisted skinny jeans along with a baggy jumper on top and trainers. My hair was in a messy bun and I decided to wear contacts instead of my glasses. My phone vibrates as I looked down seeing a message from Blake saying he was outside waiting.

I rush downstairs, "I'm going out mum." I shout before slamming the door shut behind me. I look head of me and see Blake leaning against a Harley motorbike. He looked stunningly beautiful. He wore a tight black shirt that clung onto every single muscle he had. His black leather jacket was resting on his shoulders as his eyes looked me up and down.

"You ready?"

"Where's the car?" I asked looking around as I walked towards him, he rolled his eyes throwing me his spare helmet. "Come on, we're going to be late."

By the way, Keira is also a real character, she helped "Amira" get through her struggles and stuck by her side. Thank you for helping her Keira.

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