Trainer Kat
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- Age 33
- Hey baby.
- Seen Nov 28, 2012
"Anything for a girl as beautiful as you."
These words sent a shiver of excitement down Blake's spine. This boy had the right idea. He left momentarily, only to return, spouting insane words.
"No...I don't think I'll get your phone," he said. "I think I'll end it all now. I'm not going to live like this. It's all a dream." He climbed onto the balcony and stood up. "Perhaps I'm an acrobat," he yelled. "Maybe it's time for something daring."
He did a back flip and landed, perfectly. He smiled at the girl. "You're quite the beauty. It's a shame I can't give you the back massage or the turkey sandwich you want." He laughed. With those parting words, he fell backwards, hitting the ground with a crash. Blake gagged, sinking to the floor, still clutching Kei's arm tightly. He looked at her with disgust.
"And you. Get off of me..." The boy with the mint-green hair said, yanking his arm out of the brunette's grasp. Under normal circumstances, Blake would have yelled at him, giving him an insane amount of lip for abandoning a gorgeous girl such as herself. He probably was gay. However, Blake merely trembled at the sight of the other flinging himself off the balcony. After a moment of sitting on the wood floor, knees held tightly to her chest, she gathered up the courage to peer over the balcony. The corpse was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, she found herself reunited with her phone.
"And...what might your name be?" The seemingly suicidal boy asked her. Blake gave him a sly grin.
"It's Blake," she purred. At that instant, her cell phone went off. Before she bothered to check caller ID, she would be able to confirm it was Peter. Like always, it was. Picking up the phone, she turned and began to follow Kei and the group.
"Peter!" she squealed, feigning an enthusiastic tone for her overly obsessed boyfriend. "How are you, ba~by?" The last word was drawn out in the middle as Blake acted like a normal, caring girlfriend. Those drama lessons freshman year had sure paid off.
"I'm fine," came the response. "I miss you, snookums."
Snookums? Blake grimaced. Blech. Turning her head to the side, she looked over her shoulder at the ebony-haired boy, slowly flexing her finger, bidding him to follow her.
Faux-giggling like a crazy schoolgirl whilst on the phone, she quickly caught up to the others, not waiting to see if Kenji had decided to follow her or not. No, at the moment, she was preoccupied with Peter.
These words sent a shiver of excitement down Blake's spine. This boy had the right idea. He left momentarily, only to return, spouting insane words.
"No...I don't think I'll get your phone," he said. "I think I'll end it all now. I'm not going to live like this. It's all a dream." He climbed onto the balcony and stood up. "Perhaps I'm an acrobat," he yelled. "Maybe it's time for something daring."
He did a back flip and landed, perfectly. He smiled at the girl. "You're quite the beauty. It's a shame I can't give you the back massage or the turkey sandwich you want." He laughed. With those parting words, he fell backwards, hitting the ground with a crash. Blake gagged, sinking to the floor, still clutching Kei's arm tightly. He looked at her with disgust.
"And you. Get off of me..." The boy with the mint-green hair said, yanking his arm out of the brunette's grasp. Under normal circumstances, Blake would have yelled at him, giving him an insane amount of lip for abandoning a gorgeous girl such as herself. He probably was gay. However, Blake merely trembled at the sight of the other flinging himself off the balcony. After a moment of sitting on the wood floor, knees held tightly to her chest, she gathered up the courage to peer over the balcony. The corpse was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, she found herself reunited with her phone.
"And...what might your name be?" The seemingly suicidal boy asked her. Blake gave him a sly grin.
"It's Blake," she purred. At that instant, her cell phone went off. Before she bothered to check caller ID, she would be able to confirm it was Peter. Like always, it was. Picking up the phone, she turned and began to follow Kei and the group.
"Peter!" she squealed, feigning an enthusiastic tone for her overly obsessed boyfriend. "How are you, ba~by?" The last word was drawn out in the middle as Blake acted like a normal, caring girlfriend. Those drama lessons freshman year had sure paid off.
"I'm fine," came the response. "I miss you, snookums."
Snookums? Blake grimaced. Blech. Turning her head to the side, she looked over her shoulder at the ebony-haired boy, slowly flexing her finger, bidding him to follow her.
Faux-giggling like a crazy schoolgirl whilst on the phone, she quickly caught up to the others, not waiting to see if Kenji had decided to follow her or not. No, at the moment, she was preoccupied with Peter.