When I woke up on Monday morning, I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
I may have to go to school, but it didn't mean I was going to go willingly.
"Blair, wake up." I heard Neal's voice say.
I shook my head and hugged my blanket.
"Come on Blair, I know you don't want to go to school, but it's inevitable." he said.
"Just tell them I got violently sick." I mumbled into my pillow.
"No, now get up." he said.
"You'll have to drag me." I mumbled.
"If I must." I heard him mutter.
I felt hands wrap around my ankles and pull.
"No!" I shouted, trying to pull myself back to the top of my bed.
I was dragged halfway out when Neal gave up. Or so I had thought.
He ripped my blanket off me.
"No! Give it back!" I yelled.
"No." he said.
He grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder.
"Put me down!" I shouted.
He ignored me. He carried me out to the balcony and sat me down in one of the chairs.
I glared at him as he sat down across from me.
"You are seriously horrible." I said, still glaring at him.
"And you, are seriously hard to get out of bed." he said.
"Touche." I said.
A few minutes later June joined us.
"What was all that noise coming from up here?" she asked.
"I was trying to get Blair out of bed." Neal replied.
"Not a morning person?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"Are you looking forward to your first day at school?" she asked.
"No." I said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Let's just say Blair Caffrey and school don't really go well together." I said.
"Ah." she said.
"Blair, go get ready." Neal said.
"Since when did you become the authority figure?" I asked.
"Since I had responsibility of you, now go get ready, otherwise you'll be late."
I poked my tounge at him and walked inside.
I changed out of my pj's and put on my favourite dark grey skinnies, a black Emily the Strange shirt that says Live Strange, Get Lost, my black coat and my black converses.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked rebel, but not to rebel.
"So, who's driving me to school anyway?" I asked, joining Neal and June outside.
"Elizabeth." Neal said.
"Who's Elizabeth?" I asked.
"Peter's wife." Neal replied.
"And why is Peter's wife driving me to school?"
"A, it's to far to walk. B, I don't have a car so therefor I can't take you. And C, I didn't think that you would want Peter to take you." Neal said.
I glared at him.
"Don't worry, Elizabeth is actually cool. Way cooler than Peter anyway. I'm sure you'll like her," he said.
"And you're so sure I'll like her, because?" I asked.
"Because I do." he said.
"But you also like Peter." I pointed out.
"That's beside the point." he said.
There was a knock at the door.
"That will be her." Neal said, getting up from his chair.
A woman around the age of thirty with dark brown hair walked in. She was very pretty.
"Hi, my name's Elizabeth," she said, holding out her hand. "You must be Blair."
"Pleasure to meet you." I said, shaking her hand.
"I'm guessing Neal explained everything to you?" she asked.
"Are you ready to go?" she asked.
"Yeah, just let me grab my bag." I said, moving into my room.
I had gone shopping for school stuff yesterday, and put it all into my black Gucci hand bag, seeing how it had enough room.
I grabbed my bag and walked back out of my room.
"Let's go." I said.
"Be good, and don't start any fights." Neal said.
"I'll try." I smirked.
The school I was going to was called West Side High School. I had no idea how it was, or what to expect.
Elizabeth made conversation, which I didn't really mind.
"So," she said. "What's it like having Neal as a brother?"
"Fun," I answered truthfully. "I learn a lot of stuff from him. The only bad thing is when he get's himself locked up. With the help of your husband of course."
She laughed. "Come on, Peter's not that bad, he was just doing his job."
"Not that bad eh?" I asked. "If he's not that bad, then why did he put you under surveillance before you went out?"
"Neal told you about that, did he?" she laughed.
"Yeah." I said.
"Peter was just trying to make sure I wasn't seeing anyone else." she said. "I think it's cute!"