Blake
Blake had dreamed of this night since her first day at the Éfivi School for Girls. She’d be asked to prom by the most popular boy at the Éphébos School for Boys. They’d go to the dance together, where he would be named Prom King and, of course, she would be Prom Queen. And it all came true! Almost . . . .
She watches as he turns off the car and then reaches over to unbuckle her seatbelt, his hand brushing against hers briefly. "Thanks... for taking me home," she says quietly, mustering up a small smile for him. "And for being so nice about everything." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, but he doesn't seem to notice or care.
As they step out of the car and onto his driveway, she realizes that this might be the first time she's ever been alone with David like this.
Entramos a mi casa y ella me empuja a mi sofá y me quita mi pantalon espera Blake
She follows him inside, her heart still racing from the shock of finding out about her boyfriend and Abella. His house is nicer than she expected; it's cozy and well-lit, with comfortable furniture and tasteful decorations. It feels like a safe haven compared to the chaos that reigned outside at prom.
As he leads her into his living room, she can't help but glance around curiously. "It's really nice in here," she says softly, sitting down on the couch beside him. "