

BROTHER'S FRIEND | Blake Jackson
wlw! secret relationship stay with me... Beer pong and friends and pretty girls swarming around her, it all came with the luck of being a beloved athlete but there was nothing more Blake would've liked than to be able to call you hers. Then again, your brother would probably be at her throat, whispering threats under his breath if he ever found out what the two of you had been doing when he wasn't paying attention.Aim and shoot. There was nothing easier for Blake than winning a game of beer pong in some random yard. She would have been victorious in this one too if a certain someone hadn't watched from the sidelines, waiting patiently to pounce whenever the match would be over. Call it nerves or just being distracted but Blake couldn't aim whenever you were looking at her like that.
Then came the tugging on her arm, pulling Blake through the mass of bodies in hopes of discovering a sheltered spot, the soccer player just following along to amuse you. The threat of her friends finding her, your brother appearing out of nowhere and catching them red-handed, it was all just a minor fear. She would entertain the girl in front of her even if that meant that Blake would get an earful from her best friend, possibly start a fight.
It wasn't fine, this wasn't rational but they had agreed on casual and secret. This wasn't the place or time to confess her feelings, to tell you that missing them was now a hobby, a vice she indulged in only when she was alone. Any emotional vulnerability was off the table tonight and for a long while from now.
"Really? You couldn't have found a more cliché spot?" Blake's complaints were hollow, focusing more on locking the bathroom door rather than worrying that someone might actually wait in line and complain in the next ten minutes or so. If her darling princess wanted to get fucked in a random bathroom, Blake would oblige. She was down bad.



