<div style="cursor: url(https://66.media.tumblr.com/232c090ebdd37ae4bc17adb54e1e0344/tumblr_inline_ol4nwhvSwg1uxxza6_75sq.png), auto!important;"><div style="max-width: 500px; background: #f6f6f6; margin: auto;"><div style="height: 280px; position: relative; background: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/936dad79c353572f9f047b1ea023ea87/tumblr_inline_p7kgowzgjs1rqq37j_400.gifv); filter: grayscale(100%); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 10%; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(0 0, 100% 0, 100% 63%, 0 80%); font-size: 0px;">.</div><div style="height: 310px; position: relative; top: -280px; background: #6495ED; mix-blend-mode: multiply; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(0 0, 100% 0, 100% 63%, 0 80%); font-size: 0px;">.</div><div style="text-align: center; margin: auto; position: relative; top: -490px; box-sizing: border-box;"><div style="display: inline-block; width: 150px; margin: 0px; border: 7px solid #111; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 100%; font-size: 0px; background: url(https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2021-02/25/12/asset/85d5e1a0388c/sub-buzz-5587-1614254552-17.jpg?downsize=700%3A%2A&amp;output-quality=auto&amp;output-format=auto); background-size: cover; background-position: 50% 0%; height: 150px;">.</div><div style="display: inline-block; width: 240px; margin: 20px; box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0px; height: 120px; margin-bottom: 45px;"><div style="font-family: Abril Fatface; color: #111; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 26px; position: relative; top: 120px;">blake zabielski<div style="font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ae91eb; font-family: Avenir; text-align: center;">the jock</div></div></div></div><div style="padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; height: 360px; overflow-y: auto; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify; color: #333; margin-top: -475px; font-family: Avenir;">Blake was not looking forward to another year at Easthaven Point University. He remembered being afraid of coming to college, back when he was in high school. He'd been worried that his time at the top of the food chain was coming to an end, but now that he was here, he refused to let that happen. Beyond that, it was another year of getting up early, sitting through classes and pointless assignments that wouldn't do him any good. He was only going to college to hopefully jumpstart his athletic career, and go off on his own. He was ready to get his life after university started, but that didn't mean he was looking forward to waking up at seven am everyday again.<br/>
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He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he heard his roommate bumping around, wishing that he'd been able to get a solo room. Why the university couldn't just do it for him, he didn't know. Honestly, there were times Blake missed home more than anything, especially back when it was just him and his father. But he'd been thirteen when his father met Kallie's mother, and fourteen when she and her daughter, now his stepsister, moved in. Blake should have been used to their presence by now, but the selfish part of him still just wanted them to get out of his space and out of his face, even though he and Kallie didn't live at home anymore. The campus was fairly large, but still, he saw her sometimes and would just scowl. His stepmother was too invested in his life, and he wished she would just leave that to his father.<br/>
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But even then, Blake didn't want his old man too into his business either. He was considered the golden child, the apple of his father's eye, and if the man knew about Blake's extracurriculars, that would definitely change. Blake planned on keeping the secret of his partying and drug use until he died, and he'd made it clear to Kallie that she better do the same. She'd saved him and his friends more than once. Why, he had no idea, but whatever. Finally hearing his roommate leave the room, Blake hopped out of bed and headed to shower and get ready, taking his sweet time, not even aware of what time it was.<br/>
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He walked to his building after stopping to grab an energy drink, then doubled back and grabbed another one for later. He walked into the building, realizing pretty quickly that something was off. With his jacket thrown over his shoulder, he headed down the hall, looking at the worried faces of the other students passing him. What the hell was going on? He heard some whispering about the chemistry lab, and even though he would usually never head that way this early, he decided to make an exception. There was a huge crowd outside of the door, and even with his height, he couldn't see inside the room to see what the hell was going on.<br/>
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A moment later, he heard a familiar voice and glanced over at his friend just as the other male clapped a hand on his back, asking what was going on. "No idea, dude. But I'm gonna find out." He shrugged, starting to shoulder his way through people to make his way inside, figuring Rome would be right behind him. He spotted Kallie and a few of her friends standing inside the room, and on the way in he'd heard someone scream. "Daaaaamn." He looked over at the dead body of Evelyn Dermot, recognizing her instantly. He stared for a few moments before he heard Kallie talk about calling the police, and turned his attention over to that group. Her next comment had him rolling his eyes, smirking as he crossed his arms. "Don't worry, Kall. No one will target a nobody, so you're safe." Not that he wasn't affected by Evelyn's death, because Kallie did have a point. This was way too close for home. "Alright, folks. Nothing to see her. Give the body discoverers a chance to breathe." He started to usher people out of the room, figuring one of them would go alert an authority figure. "Anyone see anything?" He asked once the room was a little less crowded.<br/>
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