Blair Silver

Part 1: Blair Silver

"I hate to say this, but if you're gonna get a lower mark, you shouldn't do it at all," Jillian says.

Rachel sighs. "I don't have a choice. My parents are, like, literally forcing me. If my mark doesn't go up, they're going to be so mad." 


We spend the rest of lunch hour attempting to console Rachel, with Gabrielle (Rachel's neighbour and therefore automatic friend due to parents being friends) joining us a little later. The rest of the school day passes uneventfully, until I'm waiting at the bus stop to go home. 


I'm at the end of the line, because I know better than to try and chance being in front of someone. The bus pulls up and I carefully hold my bus pass in my pocket, trying to make sure I don't drop or lose it as the doors to the bus open. The line of students filters through until I reach the doors. As usual, I trip on the step up, drop my bus pass, but manage to recover and get to the nearest seats before the bus lurches forwards. Thank goodness.


I'm chronically clumsy. It's a problem. 


I've gotten used to it, though, and so have most of the people around me, so it's easier to deal with. I get through life tripping and stumbling over my own feet when there's nothing else to trip and stumble over, but with a bright smile and cheery attitude. It helps more than you'd think. 


There's another stop pretty close by, and I smile at everyone who comes onto the bus, receiving a smile in return from most. After that, there aren't any stops for a while, so I look out the window. The city passes by in a blur, before the bus starts to slow again for the next stop. I'm about to turn to smile at people (and potentially offer my seat to older people if needed, even though me standing on a moving vehicle is like, the worst idea ever), before I just so happen to glance out the window.

On the other side of the street, directly in my line of sight, is none other than Blair Silver, leaning against his motorcycle with a cigarette dangling from his perfect mouth. He exhales a moment later, and I watch, captivated as the hazy plumes of smoke roll past his smooth, full lips. I'm mesmerized, and I can't look away.

And then the bus lurches forwards again and I nearly fall out of my seat, even though I'm already sitting. Just before he disappears from sight, though, I see his hooded gaze flicker to me. I nearly fall out of my seat again from pure shock, and I blush nervously as the corner of his mouth quirks up a little. 


And then he's gone (or I'm gone, because the bus I'm on is moving, not him). 


Before you ask: yes, I am gay. I'm like, 99% sure that I wouldn't be super fixated on how cool and perfect Blair Silver is if I was straight. 


He also seems to be the one person I can't brightly and cheerily smile at every time I see him. Just looking at him has me fumbling over my thoughts. Imagine if I was trying to walk while in his presence. I would probably need a hospital. 


My theory is that he emits coolness and I trip over it, even in my brain. 


Anyways.

The bus eventually gets to my stop, which means I have to attempt to stand up while the bus is moving, then stay standing while it stops (neither of which ever tend to go particularly smoothly), then step off of the bus without getting a concussion, and then walk home (those two, I am fortunately successful in completing).

I arrive at my house, only having tripped over cracks in the sidewalk about three times on my walk home, and my mom opens the door before I can even get my key out of my backpack.

"Theodore! Your sister has a band recital tonight! You have twenty minutes to get ready before we have to leave!"

I move a little faster, trip, and make the executive decision that me getting a concussion would probably make us late and therefore I should focus on safety first. When I get upstairs, I choose to postpone my shower (even though my mom won't be thrilled about that) and skip straight to getting dressed and brushing my hair.

My family is a little chaotic. Like, a lot chaotic. My sister has so many extracurricular activities and my parents have so many friends that we end up having to go to meets and practices and recitals and tournaments and dinners with 'family friends' (literally just my parents' friends and their kids) like, every second day.

On the other hand, there's me. I like to read. This is convenient because books can be brought anywhere. Of course, my parents demand that I pay attention to whatever thing we're going to, so usually I just end up reading in the car (it used to make me nauseous, but I've become skilled enough to avoid that now).

"Theodore! We're leaving!"

I leave my room, grabbing the book I'm currently reading as I do, and carefully go down the stairs, putting on my jacket and shoes and following my parents out the door and into the car, where I open my book and promptly drone out my parents intensely discussing the stock market and negative effects of sugar.

Hello and welcome to my latest book, Blair Silver!

First of all, thank you so much for reading! It absolutely makes my day to know that people are reading my work (and hopefully enjoying it)! 

If you find any errors (grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc.), I'm so sorry and please let me know so I can fix it as soon as possible. Additionally, if you find any of my work published anywhere other than under my Wattpad account (laceygwhyte), please let me know because I have not authorized that.

Each chapter will be about 1500 words, and I'm hoping to update once a week (when I figure out what day works best for that, I'll put it in the description and probably mention it at the end of an update).

All that said, thank you again for reading Blair Silver! And, if you're enjoying it so far, please consider leaving a vote or comment to let me know!

~ Lacey Grace