-Chapter 1- Unwritten (Natasha Bedingfield)

I am unwritten,

Can’t read my mind,

I’m undefined.

I’m just beginning,

The pen’s in my hand,

Ending unplanned.

Many of my friends often ask me how I was so lucky as to have such a cool life. Often times I just roll my eyes at them, but when I think about it, they’re right, I do have a cool life, and I didn’t do anything to deserve it. But don’t let them fool you, in no way, shape or form do any of them have it rough either.

“Blake, sweetie,” my mom said while trying to gently shake me awake. “It’s time to get up for your run, honey.”

I groaned, but I knew she was right. Some of you may think that my mom is nuts waking me up to go running, but I enjoy it. I’m a major fitness and health nut, so everyday I wake up at 6:30 to start my morning off with a run. I know it sounds crazy, but it just gets me ready for the day. I run everyday, it doesn’t matter whether it’s raining outside or anything else. I don’t really have to worry about the cold weather because it’s always nice in sunny Southern California.

I opened my eyes and Mom was smiling at me. “I have to leave for work, we have a big case starting today, and I want to be prepared for it.”

“Who are you representing?” I asked rubbing my eyes.

“Matt. I don’t know what time I’ll be home and Dad’s getting ready for a big game so you guys are on your own for dinner. I love you, and I’ll see you later. Have a nice day at school.” Mom bent down and gave me a kiss and left my room.

I wasn’t surprised to hear that she would be staying late. Mom is a big-time attorney ‘to the stars’ and when she said she was representing Matt, she actually meant Matt Damon. Mom has represented stars like Reese Witherspoon, Catherine Zeta Jones, and even George Clooney. Dad on the other hand, well, he isn’t home much either, well during football season, at least. Dad’s a college football coach, and not for just any team, he was the head coach of USC (University of Southern California). That’s right, my father was the head coach to one of the best and cutest football teams in the country. I guess you could say Mom and Dad were the best of the best at what they do.

If you’re thinking that my family is loaded and has more than enough money, you’re right. I’m not going to try and be modest about it. A lot of times people are like ‘Well, I guess we’re rich,’ but my brothers and sister know that we have money. Think about it, my dad coaches one of the biggest football programs in the nation and my mom is a lawyer that represents celebrities, not to mention the fact that the size of our houses are probably bigger than those that you see in “The OC.” We know we have money, but we try to not let it go to our heads.

I got up, put on a sweat outfit, headed down to the foyer, and started to stretch as I waited for the second third to our set of triplets, my sister Megan. Megan, Tony, and I are the ‘infamous’ set of triplets in our school, Hillside Academy. We have another brother, Andy, but he’s away attending Stanford for a law degree. Megan, Tony, and I just began our senior year at Hillside, and we couldn’t be having more fun. Tony is one of the best high school football players in the country and he’s being looked at by dozens of Division I universities. Megan is the school’s soccer star, and as for me, volleyball is my sport. I don’t think it’s possible to say this without sounding arrogant, but the three of us are pretty popular in our school, and not just because we’re good at sports, but also because we’re one of the only sets of triplets in the school’s history. People pretty much refer to the three of us as the Wilson Triplets. We’ve always been known as this, and I think we always will.

Megan walked down the stairs wearing the same outfit as me, only in a different color, and after saying ‘Good morning’ to each other, we left the house and started to jog around the town.

Megan and I are identical, and if Tony was a girl, he’d probably look just like Megan and me. So Megan and I stand at about 5’7 with blond hair and blue eyes. One of the only differences between us is that I have highlights and Meg doesn’t. Our personalities are also identical as well, although Meg is more of a care-free, party girl than I am. Don’t get the wrong idea, though. Meg and I are known partiers throughout Hillside, Meg is just more ‘free’ than I am. Tony has blond hair and blue eyes as well, but he has a slight height advantage. Tony stands at about 6’2 and is the school’s star wide receiver. We joke around with Andy a lot, though, because he doesn’t really look like any of us. He’s our brother, of course, but we often tease him and say that he was adopted. Andy is about 6’3 with blue eyes, but he has light brown hair, but he looks nothing like Tony, Meg, or me. He looks the most like my Dad, and even then the resemblance isn’t great.

Often times, people mistake Meg and I as dumb blondes who can’t get good grades, well, I have news for them. I’m carrying a 3.8 GPA while Meg holds her own with a 3.6. Tony doesn’t worry about grades as much because he knows that he’s in college on a football scholarship, but he does well with a 3.3 GPA. Andy is incredibly smart, not only is he going to Stanford’s law school, but he has like a 4.0 GPA. Don’t get the wrong idea though, he’s not a hard-core book worm, he just retains information really well.

Once Meg and I were finished our routine 6:30 run, we walked back inside the house and Meg went into her bathroom while I went into the kitchen to make fruit smoothies for the three of us.

Dad was sitting in the kitchen reading the newspaper when I walked in and I walked over to him and hugged him. The moments I get with my dad in the morning are precious because I don’t get many other moments with him the rest of the day.

“Good morning, Daddy,” I smiled walking over to the counter and taking some bananas, strawberries, pineapples, peaches, and raspberries and throwing them together in the blender.

“Hi, baby,” he answered turning back to the sports’ section.

“Who are we playing this weekend?” I asked.

“We’ve got a big game against Michigan,” he said. “If you’d like to come and see the guys play, it’s home and I can get you the usual seats.”

I smiled. “Of course I’d like to go.”

“Go where?” Tony asked as he walked into the kitchen with Meg.

Dad looked up at them. “Would you like to come to my game this weekend? We’re home against Michigan. Blake wants to come and Andy’s coming home from college and he’s probably coming.”

“What time is the game?” Meg asked.

Dad smiled. “The game is at two. So don’t worry, you three and Andy would have plenty of time to go to a party that night, as long as it’s not with one of my football players.”

Meg took the smoothie I handed to her. “Why, Father, we wouldn’t dream of it,” she said in her sweetest voice possible. The ironic part of this is that just last week Meg was caught hooking up with the fullback of dad’s team. Needless to say, he was not too happy, and the fullback was running a lot during the next practice.

Dad rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you would never do such a thing.”

Tony just gritted his teeth and held his tongue. He hated it when Meg and I flirted with guys, especially Dad’s players. If he heard anyone talking shit on us in school, he wouldn’t hold back on kicking their ass, or at least threatening to, and almost everyone took his threats seriously. They knew Tony would follow through with it. Tony grabbed his smoothie off the counter. “We’ll be there, and I appreciate the fact that you’ll be done with enough time for us to go to a party, because Dylan’s cousin is throwing a huge one this weekend.” Dylan is Tony’s best friend, it’s been that way since they were in fourth grade and we moved here.

Fourth grade was when Dad started working at USC, and he’s done it ever since. He started as a special teams’ coach, moved to offensive coordinator, and finally landed the head coaching job when Meg, Tony, and I were sophomores in high school, Andy was a senior then. Since Dad started working for USC, their football team has won four Rose Bowls (College Championships).

Dad once again rolled his eyes. “Well, be careful. If you don’t have a designated driver, I don’t want any of you driving. Either call someone to take you home or stay at the house.”

My parents knew that we drank, and they cared that we did, but they knew that whether they approved of it or not, we’d do it anyway. Their philosophy is that as long as we’re smart when we do it, they’re cool. In other words, as long as there’s a designated driver, or we’re staying over the house, they’re okay, and as long as we don’t get completely wasted too often, they’re alright with the drinking. But it has to stop at drinking, though. If we ever got into drugs or anything like that, my parents would unleash hell on us.

I grabbed my smoothie and left the kitchen and went upstairs to my bathroom to take a shower.

In short, my house is huge. All of the kids have their own bedroom, and of course my parents share the master suite. But the thing that I like most about my room is that my bedroom is connected to Meg’s bedroom. They’re adjoining rooms. All four of us also have our own bathrooms, but because Meg and I are the girls and we spend the most time in front of the mirror, we have the biggest bathrooms. When we moved here, my parents figured that it would be best if Meg and I had adjoining rooms so that we could remain as close as we are. One of my other favorite parts of the house is the closets. Apparently the people who lived here before us did not have daughters because the closets were so small when we moved in, that had to change. Considering the fact that we have two girls in our family and Tony and Andy have their share of clothes, mom and dad had a walk-in closet added to all of our bedrooms and they extended the closets in the two guest bedrooms.

After my shower, I changed into our school uniform, which I really didn’t mind as much as most people would think. Our uniforms aren’t that bad looking and they’re pretty comfortable. Hillside’s school colors are green and white, so that’s the color our plaid skirts are. The girls have to wear a white fitted button-down blouse, while the guys wear khaki pants with a green button-down shirt with the Hillside crest on top of the shirt pocket. We had green sweaters that we could wear over the button-down shirts, but that was never really enforced. Then there were the classic deep green stockings that they made the girls wear, but the shoes weren’t that bad looking and they were pretty comfortable. Given, I would probably never be caught wearing the shoes outside of when I have to wear them with my uniform, but I could stand them for school. The plus side of uniforms is that I don’t have to pick out what I wear in the morning. Once a month, we have ‘Dress Down Day’ where if we pay ten dollars, we can wear whatever we want, and of course I do it, but I have to get up like ½ hour early because I can never pick out the outfit I want to wear.

So, after putting my uniform on, I went to the bathroom to blow dry and straighten my hair. After doing that and other normal morning things, I made my way down to the stairs toward the foyer where Meg and Tony were waiting for me.

“All right, Dad,” Tony called. “We’ll see you later.”

Dad yelled his goodbye from the kitchen and the three of us walked out the door. Meg and I always rode together, while Tony took his car because he gave a junior a ride to school everyday.

I took my keys out of my car as we walked toward my red Mercedes SLK 500, hard-top convertible. (I told you my parents were loaded.) On the way to school, Meg turned the radio on as I put the top down.

I looked over at Meg. “So who’s the flavor of the weekend?”

She thought a minute before answering. “I was thinking Chris. He’s been after me for a while, and I have to admit I wouldn’t mind hooking up with him. He’s pretty cute.”

Meg was the type of girl that didn’t like to be tied down by a boyfriend. She was carefree and hooked up with at least one different guy every week at parties. She and I had a joke that every Thursday I would ask her who the ‘flavor of the weekend’ would be. In short, I meant who was at least one person she was thinking about hooking up with at the latest party. Meg was, by no means, a whore. Even if she was, if anyone ever called her one and Tony found out about it, he’d flip shit on them.

I, on the other hand, liked to have a boyfriend. Sure, if I didn’t have one, I wouldn’t mind hooking up with different guys at parties, but it was always fun to have a boyfriend. But I never really got too serious with anyone because I’m in high school. I don’t want to be tied down by one guy. I want to have fun. They say that these are the best years of our lives and I want to make sure that I live up to that saying.

Tony was the male version of Meg. All girls wanted to be with him, and all guys wanted to be friends with him. If I could sum Tony up in two words, I would say, man-whore.

Andy was definitely more like me. He didn’t mind having a girlfriend, but he was always happier when he could have fun at parties rather than be tied down to someone.

The four of us pretty much attended parties regularly, especially Tony, Meg, and I because Andy’s at college. Even if we didn’t want to go, we’d go, make an appearance, and leave after about one or two hours. It was almost as though we were expected to show up. Every weekend you could find the three of us at, most likely, the same party.

I parked the car in the parking lot and Meg and I got out. Tony pulled up on one side of us with Frank (the junior), as mine and Meg’s best friend, Emma Rose pulled up on the other side with her sister. Emma was one of the prettiest girls in our grade. She had curly brown hair with blue eyes. She was a nice height, about 5’8 with the body of a track star. Not to mention that her legs were toned and very long – a trait that attracts a lot of the guys.

“Hey Em,” I called from the driver’s side of the car.

“What’s up, Blake?” she called back over to me.

Emma, Tony, Meg, Frank, and I all made our way over to our usual table by the fountain. Every morning since freshman year, we’ve all gathered there before school officially started to catch up on the latest gossip and get the homework from our friends that we didn’t do the night before.

The usual group that was there every morning all called their hellos as we joined them. Freshman year, it was just that, a bunch of freshman sitting at our table. It’s not like we weren’t friends with any upper classmen, we were, especially because we knew most of Andy’s friends, but it was just a bunch of us, and we never really needed anyone else. Occasionally, Andy and his friends would make their way over and talk with us, but it stayed mostly just us. Sophomore year, some more freshman joined our table, so it became more mixed, and by the end of the year, most of the ‘elite’ of the classes would gather there in the morning. Even Andy sat with us everyday. It was the same junior year, but now that we’re seniors, it’s mainly juniors and seniors that sit at our table everyday. We hardly ever get freshman and sophomores. I know that it sounds really stupid and insignificant, but it’s one thing that I’ll miss when I graduate. We’ve had this same routine everyday for the last four years and then one day it’ll all just stop. It’s pretty sad if you think about it.

I reached over and grabbed the homework that Em was holding out for me because I didn’t do it last night. “Do you want to go to the game with us on Saturday?” I asked as I was taking the paper out of her hand.

“Do you guys have enough tickets?” she asked me and Meg.

Meg’s face turned serious. “Em, our dad is the head coach. Of course we’ll have enough tickets.”

“Plus, I can always take one for the team and sit with the players,” I joked.

Meg started to laugh. “I don’t think Dad would like that one too much, Blake.”

Dylan walked over and sat next to me and looked over Emma’s homework with me, apparently he hadn’t done it either.

Dylan was silent for a minute, which was really unusual for him, so I became a little worried. “Are you okay, Dylan?”

He looked over at me and a smile cracked the surface of his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just wondering if you think we’ll hook up this weekend at my cousin’s party like we did last week.”

I shoved him to the side as he started to laugh. “Ugh. I told you to never remind me of that.”

Dylan looked almost serious once again. “Oh come on, Blake. You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that. I was drunk and you took advantage of me.”

I made a gagging sound. “Get real, Dylan. I was the drunk one and if I remember correctly, you were the one who took advantage of me.”

“She’s right, Dyl,” Meg came to my rescue.

“Well, I think I should have taken full advantage of your drunken state. I was being a gentleman last week, but I can’t promise my chivalry will keep up this week,” Dylan smiled.

I looked revolted. “Get real. I wasn’t that drunk. I would never let you do that.”

Dylan began to smirk as he looked me and Meg up and down. “Maybe on Saturday, I can get a little twin action going. You know that you want to.”

It was Meg’s turn to make a gagging sound. “First of all, we’re not twins. Have you forgotten the other piece to our triplet set, not to mention the fact that he’s your best friend? And second of all, keep dreaming, Dylan.”

I looked up to see Tony heading toward us. “Plus, you better shut up because Tony’s making his way over here and if he hears you talking about how you want to fuck me and Meg, I don’t think he’ll be too happy.”

“Yeah. He’d mess you up, even if you are his best friend,” Meg said finishing my thought.

Dylan looked over at Tony and said in a hushed voice. “Don’t you think I know that, which is why he can never know about me and Blake hooking up. I’d be dead before I could say ‘Let me explain.’”

Incase you’re wondering how Meg, Dylan, Tony and I could all be at the same party and Tony completely miss me and Dylan hooking up, well to be frank, he was probably screwing some slut in one of the bedrooms to notice, with that or he was way too drunk to notice.

It’s not that Dylan was that revolting or something like that, it’s just that it’s Dylan. He’s been Tony’s best friend since we moved here and the thought of hooking up with him is like hooking up with my brother. It’s just gross. But seeing as that he’s barely seen somewhere without Tony, he’s just like him. Dylan and Tony are the major man-whores of Hillside Academy. The rest of their friends try to act like them and be players, but I have to admit that none of them can quite pull it off like Dylan and Tony. I guess you could say that he was cute, if he wasn’t like my brother I probably would say it, but he is and I won’t.

Girls literally tripped over themselves when Dylan and Tony walked down the hallway. They were Hillside’s football celebrities. While Tony was the star wide receiver, Dylan was the quarterback and they were both the captains. It kind of sucked because I dated the quarterback for our team when I was a sophomore and he was a senior, and then when Dylan became quarterback, it kind of killed all my thoughts of dating the quarterback and captain again.

I jumped about a foot in the air when the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the school day.

Ah, yes. Hillside Academy. Here I was, yet again, ready for another day in the same school. I swear if my friends weren’t with me to share the pain and agony of school, I don’t know how I would survive.

A/N: So I know you guys don't like reading these notes, but please do. I have taken down my other two stories, The First Daughter and Brown-eyed Girl. I may repost them in the future, but not now...I want to gove this story a try first becasue I actually somewhat like it.

Anyway...please read and review and let me know what you guys think of it.I really like the somewhat carefree personalities of Blake and Meg...it's what i wish i was like...all fun and no work.

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