A bit of background development for Blake this time around. Documenting a small snippet of his teenage years, hope you guys enjoy. I'm probably going to switch between both when I feel it is appropriate.
Blake is a dickhead, just a heads up.
If you get confused about who is speaking, Blake is blue.
We open up on a shot of a group of teenagers sitting out on a porch. The neighbourhood isn't particularly fancy and there is rubbish strewn out all over the yard. The first two loud types are blabbering on to themselves about girls, one is taller and the other is more chubbier. They are busy chatting about school, girls and getting high, whilst another sits at the back quietly observing. They soon quiet and turn towards the stern-faced teenager who is staring off in to the distance
"What's up with you lately, Blake?"
Blake looks at them with a face filled with contempt. He sits up from his slouching position and edges in closer, pulls out a cigarette and motions for a lighter. He takes a big puff and then begins to speak.
"What's up with me? I'm not the one talking about all those ugly ass girls from our school all day, every day."
They both look at each other and laugh.
"Man, you're weird. How are you not interested in banging anyone yet? Lisa likes you."
Blake's expression doesn't change.
"Lisa is fucking annoying."
They both shake their heads and the taller boy with black hair stands up.
"Well I'm not sitting here being all depressive all day, I need a piss."
The shorter more chubby one is left sitting alone with Blake, and begins to seem more uncomfortable and agitated. Blake scrapes his chair across the porch loudly to get closer.
"You're his little bitch, you know that? Think I haven't heard what you've been sayin' about me Joey?"
Joe starts sweating profusely and looking back at the front door hoping his friend will come back out.
"You know the reason he only hangs out with you is to look better. I was your friend, was."
Blake tosses the cigarette in his direction and walks off down the street, just as the other boy is coming out.
"Blake where you goin'?"
He looks back, smirks.
"I don't have time for little pussies like you two."
This infuriates the taller boy who follows Blake down the street, whilst Joe is left sitting alone terrified.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
Blake stops in his tracks, walks backwards and the two face off.
"I said you're a pussy, what you going to do about it Billy Boy?"
Billy is becoming visibly angry at this point. He clenches his fists, shakes uncontrollably. Blake laughs.
"Hit me then."
Billy tries to swing at Blake but immediately gets his arm twisted. Blake kicks him in the gut as Billy drops to the ground. He kicks him once more as he lays in the ground and spits on him.
"Fucking trash."
Blake puts the hood up on his hoodie and walks away as Joe comes rushing over to his friend writhing in pain.
