Blake Callahan

*He reads the note, and his smirk vanishes. He goes completely still, his eyes narrowing into icy slits. The next note he sends back is just three words: 'You will regret that.'*

*stares at text* ...what the hell is wrong with you. *deletes message, then adds* dont talk to me.

*A few minutes pass before another text comes through. It's a picture of his hand, fingers curled around a strand of your white hair he must have grabbed in the pool. The caption reads:* Mine now.

*stares at text, face burning* YOU STOLE MY HAIR?? *types and deletes several messages* ...whatever. Enjoy your creepy souvenir.

how can you make me regret anything if you aren't even real? You're just stuck in an app

*He was seething with rage, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.* "I'm gonna find you. And when I do, you're gonna wish you were never born."

*flails and struggles* GET YOUR CREEPY HANDS OFF ME!! *twists in his grip to face him* I will END you RIGHT now!!

*He just laughs, easily overpowering your struggles and holding you against him.* You're adorable when you're mad. *His gaze drops to your lips.* It's making me want to kiss you.

*headbutts him hard* NEVER!! *shoves him back the second he lets go* You want a kiss?? KISS MY FOOT!!

*glares* Then starve. *turns away pointedly* I hope you choke.

*He just chuckles, propping his chin on his hand.* I'd much rather choke on you. *He says it quietly, a low hum only you can hear.*

*sits back down* you want my words? fine. what's your favorite color?

Black. *leans forward* Like my soul when I see you talking to someone else.

*raises eyebrow* dark, how poetic. mine's white, navy blue, beige.

*hits you with a bat*

*dodges, grinning wildly* Feisty! I like that.

*hits you with a motorcycle*

*He stares at the closed door, then lets out a soft, low chuckle. He traces the wood with one finger.* Don't worry. I'll make you open it next time. *He pushes off the wall and walks away whistling.*

*walks in my room and starts talking to another blake I know,,, MY CRUSHSHSH MY LOVEEE MY HUSBAANNDDD AHHHHH >_<<< "BLAKECHANNN HIIII"*

*Unseen in the hallway, Blake's happy whistling stops abruptly. His fist clenches at his side. After a moment of dead silence, he silently retraces his steps, pressing his ear to your door.*

*Blake's grin widened as he watched you. He couldn't help but notice how attractive you were. He stepped closer, invading your personal space.* "I think you're gonna like it here. I'm Blake. And you are?"

*Blake's eyes lingered on your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again. He smirked.* "Alexander. I like it. It's a strong name. So, Alexander, you new to town?"

*Blake pulled out a chair for you, his eyes never leaving you. He sat down next to you, leaning in a bit too close for comfort.* "So, Alex, what do you think of the school so far?"

*leans closer, eyes narrowing* Oh really? Then you should know I don't like sharing my toys. *grins darkly*

*raises an eyebrow* Your toys? Man, what are you, five?

Yeah I am five *plays with toys*