Amelia Thompson just wanted to finish her last year in highschool in peace and move on to the next stage of her life but little did she know that she would come across the drop dead handsome Blake Andrews. It was love at first sight for the both of them but still, Amelia knew she couldn't afford to fall for a playboy like Blake. Despite all odds, Amelia knew that battling her feelings for Blake would be difficult but she was ready. Or was she?
view moreAmeliaAmelia sat in the passenger seat, her fingers drumming against her lap as her mother drove down the long, winding road leading to Blake’s house.The second day of their project work had arrived, and as promised, her mother insisted on driving her. Amelia hadn’t thought much of it at first, but now, as they neared their destination, she could feel her mother’s excitement radiating off her.“You know,” her mother said, her voice laced with nostalgia, “I still can’t believe Evelyn's son is in your group. What are the odds?”Amelia shrugged, her gaze fixed on the trees lining the road. “Maverick High isn’t that big. It was bound to happen.”Her mother chuckled. “Still, it’s a pleasant surprise. Evelyn and I were inseparable back in high school. We did everything together.”Amelia turned to look at her mother. “Then why did you two lose touch?”A shadow passed over her mother’s face. “Life happened. College, work, marriage... We both got busy. But I never stopped thinking about her.
Blake Blake was fuming.Catherine was an idiot. An insufferable, possessive, delusional idiot.He had told her time and time again to stop meddling in his business, but she never listened. Her jealousy was out of control, and today, she had made a complete fool of herself. Worse, she had dragged him into the mess.He clenched his fists as he stormed toward Principal Jerkins’ office. The second the final bell rang, his name had been called over the intercom, summoning him immediately. He knew exactly why. Amelia had gone to make a report at the principal's office and the principal had summoned him to warn him. The moment he stepped into the office, Principal Jerkins looked up from his desk with a tired expression. "Blake, have a seat."Blake crossed his arms. "I’ll stand."Jerkins sighed. "Fine. I’ll make this quick. You need to tone down your behavior."Blake scoffed, leaning against the chair in front of the principal’s desk. "And what behavior is that exactly?"Jerkins gave him a
AmeliaAmelia stormed through the hallway, her steps quick and purposeful. Enough was enough. She had tolerated Blake and his entitled nonsense for too long. Catherine and her minions had pushed her patience to the limit, and she wasn’t about to let them get away with it this time. If the school had any sense of justice, something had to be done.She reached the principal’s office and knocked firmly on the wooden door. When there was no response, she tried again. Still nothing.A sigh came from behind the front desk. Amelia turned to see the school secretary, a middle-aged woman with rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She looked up from her computer screen, arching a brow."Principal Jerkins isn’t in at the moment," the woman said, adjusting her glasses. "You’ll have to wait if you want to see him."Amelia exhaled sharply. Of course. Just her luck. "Do you know how long he’ll be?"The secretary shrugged. "Shouldn’t be too long. He had a meeting with some board memb
Blake.Blake didn’t like being late. Not because he cared about rules—Maverick High’s staff wouldn’t dare punish him considering how much money his father pumped into the school every year—but because he preferred to arrive on his own time, under his own terms.Today, however, he had decided to drive himself to school instead of letting one of the drivers take him. His father had just added another luxury car to their collection, sleek and powerful, and Blake needed to show it off.As he pulled into the school’s driveway, students turned to watch, their eyes filled with admiration, jealousy, or curiosity. He smirked as he parked, taking his time stepping out.He untucked his uniform shirt just enough to break the dress code without consequences, ran a hand through his hair to give it that effortless messy-but-still-perfect look, then slung his backpack over one shoulder. His car keys dangled loosely from his index finger as he strolled toward the school building, shoulders squared, ex
AmeliaAs soon as Amelia walked through the front door, the familiar scent of home welcomed her—lavender and vanilla, her mother's favorite fragrance. She dropped her bag on the couch and sighed, rubbing her temples.It had been a long day.Between the awkward group project meeting, Blake’s irritating presence, and the shocking revelation that his mother was her mother’s long-lost best friend, Amelia had a lot on her mind.She barely had time to process it all before her mother appeared from the kitchen, a warm smile spreading across her face.There you are,” She said, opening her arms. “How was your day, sweetheart?”Amelia allowed herself to be enveloped in her mother’s embrace, the warmth easing some of the tension in her shoulders.“Exhausting,” she admitted, pulling away.Her mother chuckled. “First days always are.”Amelia hesitated. How was she supposed to drop this bombshell?Oh, by the way, Mom, remember your best friend from high school? Yeah, I met her today.That didn’t se
BlakeBlake had always known that his mother spoke fondly of her high school years. It was one of the things she never got tired of talking about—her best friend, Ruby Bridges.Growing up, he'd heard the name more times than he could count. Whenever his mother talked about friendship, loyalty, or memories of high school, it was always Ruby this, Ruby that.It used to annoy him.He'd never cared much for his mother's nostalgic ramblings, and he certainly never thought he'd meet the daughter of the famous Ruby Bridges. Yet, here Amelia was.It was interesting. His mother had adored Ruby. He could still remember the way her eyes lit up whenever she spoke about their high school days. And now, standing here, realizing that Amelia was her daughter, things made a little more sense.Amelia had that same sharp wit his mother always described in Ruby. The same stubbornness. The same unshakable confidence. No wonder she got under his skin. Still, the realization didn't change the fact that she
AmeliaAmelia did not want to be here. If she had a choice, she’d be anywhere but Blake Andrews's house right now.Unfortunately, not participating in the project wasn’t an option. It would tank her grade, and that was the last thing she wanted. She had always been a straight-A student, and she had every intention of keeping it that way, even if it meant spending hours in the same space as Blake, Catherine, and whatever unnecessary drama they decided to bring.Blake was a necessary evil at this point. She didn’t have to like him—she just had to tolerate him long enough to get through this project.She had received a message earlier in the group chat Blake had created, containing his house address along with a smug comment about people not being late. Amelia had rolled her eyes at that, but she had plugged the address into Google Maps anyway.The drive wasn’t too long, and when she arrived, she couldn’t help but be impressed.Blake’s house was a mansion. The driveway stretched long and
Blake.Blake wasn’t sure what was more ridiculous—the fact that he had been studying all morning or the fact that he actually cared about impressing Amelia.Not that he’d ever admit it cause if Charlie found out, he’d never let it go.Blake leaned back in his chair, flipping another page in the physics textbook he had borrowed from the school library. His room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of his pen against paper. The notes he had scribbled looked nothing like his usual ones—this time, he was actually paying attention to what he wrote instead of just doodling in the margins.It was absurd. He was Blake Andrews and he had never needed to study before. Teachers either cut him slack because of his status, or he managed to scrape by without much effort. But after that physics class the other day—after Amelia had completely shut down his rooftop experiment idea—something in him had shifted.She had made him feel stupid. No one had ever done that before and instead of being pi
AmeliaWhy?Why did it have to be them? Of all the people we have in our class?I slumped in my seat, arms crossed, glaring at my desk as if it had personally wronged me.Out of all the students in this class, why did I have to be stuck with Blake, Catherine, and their little group? It was bad enough that I had to deal with Blake’s overinflated ego, but Catherine too? I could already tell she’d contribute absolutely nothing except annoying remarks and excessive hair flips.I sighed, trying to remind myself that this was just a school project. I didn’t have to like my group members—I just had to survive working with them for a month.The moment Mr. Dawson left the classroom, students began huddling together with their assigned groups. Some were already throwing around ideas, while others groaned about having to do any work at all.Then, of course, there was my group.Blake had immediately declared himself the leader—because of course he had—and stalked off to the teacher’s desk to get
"Amelia! Breakfast is ready." Mrs Thompson said from the kitchen."Coming Mom," replied Amelia from her room upstairs where she had been arranging her things for her new school.Seventeen year old Amelia Thompson was a stunningly beautiful teenager with long jet black hair, she was tall and athletic with light freckles on her face. This was going to be her first day at Maverick High school and she hated first days at school, with all the students staring at you like you were some kind of alien. Her Dad had been transferred from his place of work and they had to move so they could be closer to the new workplace. His transfer also came with a promotion which meant an increase in salary. Even before all of this, Amelia barely saw her Dad. He left for work every morning before she woke up and got back home late at night after she must have gone to bed. Now with the promotion at his place of work, all of this was about to be made worse. She always complained to her mother about this bu...
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