Blake was in the nurse's office at Rockford Hills Academy along with Max and eighteen other students as well.
They have done the fight against their most hateful geometry teacher, as they disrespected him, before he turned to face the chalkboard to write the lesson.
He made a horrible mistake.
Suddenly, he heard scraping of the chairs moving as he turn around to see his class ganging up on him, with balled up fists and materials to hit him with.
The dark haired teen only received another black eye on her left eye, as the geometry teacher elbowed her away from him. Somehow, that teacher had human strength to fight against his own class. But after that, the class didn't have to suffer anymore since, Blake's friend, Lunch was the one started the fight, before the class joined in.
The geometry teacher and Lunch were sent to the Los Santos Police Department, as they were escorted out of the school peacefully with a few cuts and bruises.
"Mr. And Mrs. De Santa, I have expected more from your niece, Blakesleigh, since this is her second week of being here at Rockford Hills Academy," Principal Strickland was behind her desk as she was reviewing Blake's school file. "And I was not expecting this from a AB student,"
"I know," Michael said. "But she's been through so much, since she left her mother to have this life,"
"Well, we tried to punishing her, but she's always scared of us," Amanda explained. "Somehow, something happen between her and her mother, Macey,"
"Have you talked to her mother, Macey about her problems," The principal asked. "Maybe, she might will provide you some information on Blakesleigh's actions and behavior,"
"No, we haven't," Michael said. "Blake is not letting us know how can we talk to her mother. She only told us that her and her mother had an argument, before she gotten on the plane, leaving her behind,"
"Well, since Blake had a few past problems, and this is her second week at this school," the principal said. "I'm afraid that she has to be punished, like the other students here. Blakesleigh will be suspended for the rest of the week and she must seek with the academy's counselor about her problems,"
"Thanks," Michael said relieved.
"I promise this behavior with Blake won't happen again," Amanda said, before standing up, next to her husband.
"It was nice to see you two, once again," The principal said, before she stood up, shaking Michael's hand. "But I shall warn you both, if she ends up in another fight on school grounds, I believe that Blakesleigh De Santa will be suspended from this academy,"
Silence went off like an atomic bomb in the kitchen area of the De Santa household.
Trevor Phillips.
He stood there looking at everyone who was surprise to see him. He noticed familiar faces, and also some new faces.
"Trevor,"
"Michael,"
"It's good to see you again," Michael said, still looking at him.
He was surprised. He remembers about what have Dave told him, if Trevor found out that he was alive and knows that Blake was here. But Dave was right, but Michael was wrong. He thought Trevor died from the last heist, when he ran into the woods, but he made it out alive.
Blake walked towards her friends, as she felt Lunch tapping her shoulder. "Is that the ugly motherfucker, known as your Uncle Trevor?"
"Lunchables, hush," Max whispered. "He can probably hear you,"
"I'm sorry. Where are my manners?" Trevor asked, before turning to Amanda.
"Amanda, it is good to see you," he greeted as he walked towards her. "I missed you! You used to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way,"
"Bleah!" Max said disgusted, sticking out her tongue.
"I knew those were fake chi-chi's!" Lunch exclaimed.
"I know right," Blake giggled.
"Jimmy," he pointed to him, as he looked at his nephew. "You. You used to be thinner, but, ah can't blame you,"
"Poor Jim Jim," Lunch said softly.
Max and Blake looked at Lunch.
"Wait, do you-"
Blake heard the footsteps of Trevor's boots coming closer to her, as she turned around to see that he reached halfway. He stared at the dark haired teen, until he remembers who she was to him.
"Blake, is that you?"
Blake immediately had a smile on her face, full of excitement.
"UNCLE T!" Blake shouted, as she ran towards his waist and hugged him, tightly. She looked up at his brown but scary eyes, as she kept her cute face on her. "Hi…"
"Look at you," Trevor said. "You used to be shorter, but now look at you. You look so different and beautiful,"
"Yeah, I changed a lot, since I'm here with Uncle Michael,"
She let go of her other favorite uncle, as he walked towards Blake's friends. He circled around them, before speaking to his niece once more.
"Who are they, Blake? Trevor asked. "Are these your little friends?"
"Yeah, this is Maxie J," She pointed to the brown haired girl with blue eyes.
"Hello," Max said shyly.
"And this is,"
"I'm Lynnette, but everyone calls me Lunch or Lunchables, Uncle T," Lunch introduce herself, cutting off Blake. "I like your tats, especially the one around your neck that says "cut here"."
"Why thanks, Lunch," Trevor replied. "Your pink streaks. I like them, they're just like Blake's hair,"
Blake ran her fingers through her dyed color locks as she blushed slightly, looking down at the pink, blue, and purple color hair dye.
"Why thank you, Uncle T, if you don't mind me calling you that, instead of Mr. Phillips,"
"I like this girl right here, Blake," Trevor said, before looking back at Max. "But you," he pointed to her. "You need to warm up to me, ya hear me?"
Max nodded.
He walked towards Fabien.
"Who are you?"
"Namaste, I'm Fabien,"
"Ah, good lord," Trevor said, stepping away from him.
"Where's Tracey?" He asked.
"Where's your sister, Jim?" Michael asked.
"Um… she's umm…"
"I think we should bounce," Blake whispered to her friends, as they agreed. They slowly tip toes their way out of the kitchen, until Michael calls her back.
"Damn it," Blake sweared.
"Blake, where's your cousin?"
"Uh, if I tell you," Blake rubbed the back of her neck. "Tracey will get pee-oed at me,"
"Tracey is trying out for TV," Lunch said, exposing the truth.
"She's what,"
"Thanks a lot, Lunchables," Blake said, faking her thank you. "Now, they're gonna be asking questions about Tracey auditioning for Fame or Shame,"
Blake was wide-eyed at what she finally said out in the open. She covered her mouth with her own two hands.
"The fuck are you talking about, Blake," Michael asked her niece, before turning to his son. "What's she talking about, Jim,"
"You know, it's that talent slash skill show. She loves that show, you guys know that," Jimmy explained.
"What's her talent," Michael asked.
"Dancing," Blake replied.
"Make that stripper dancing," Lunch corrected.
Max immediately grabbed Lunch's right ear. She immediately started whining in pain, as she dragged her out of the kitchen area, leaving Blake alone with the adults.
"Oh Christ, she's a horrible dancer," Michael sighed.
"Michael!" Amanda hissed.
"Thank you for agreeing with me, Mr. DS!" Lunch said in the living room area, before hearing the slapping noise of skin hitting skin. "Owie, Maxie J!"
"Jesus Christ, where is she?" Michael asked his son.
"Um… The Maze Bank Arena,"
"Hey, that's near where I live!" Lunch exclaimed, until she earned another slap from Max. "Damn it, every time you slapped me, I don't fuckin' feel anything !"
"Because, you being taking drugs!" Max explained.
"Ignore them, please," Blake said.
"Seriously, you gotta get new friends," Michael suggested.
"Uh, are we gonna stop Tracey for being a tramp on TV or what?" Blake finally asked the question.
"Our little Tracey being humiliated, let's go," Trevor said, pointing to Michael and Blake.
"Awesome sauce," Blake said happily, before following her Uncle Trevor and Uncle Michael.
She stopped in the living room area to see Lunch smoking her weed joint. She immediately turned to see Blake, looking at her, before putting it out into Michael's ashtray.
Blake pointed her index finger at her. "You best behave yourself, while I'm gone to save my cousin, don't do anything stupid. You hear me?"
"What the hell I'm gonna do?" Lunch asked. "I'm so high… Michael looks like your real Daddy,"
Blake rolled her eyes and follow her two uncles outside and into Michael's black Obey Tailgater.
"You know, I can probably handle this myself," Michael suggested. "I don't know why Blake is with us, but later on what you say we grab a beer in a few hours and catch up properly?"
"Can I come too?" Blake asked. "I haven't seen my other favorite uncle in almost ten years,"
"Fuckin' hell no," Michael replied angrily. "After that stunt you pulled drinking all my whiskey, and you're still grounded, young lady,"
"Are you really still cereal about that?" Blake asked.
"Cereal? You hungry, Blake?" Trevor asked.
"No, it's a different saying besides saying serious," Blake explained.
"Anyway, it's nice seeing you again, but you," Michael said. "You stink like piss, you got blood under your nails, and you look like you been up for a week,"
"Yeah, I might have to wash the funk out of my black hoodie, after hugging you. No offense, Uncle T," Blake explained, smelling her black hoodie.
"Listen, all I know is we're going to get your girl from these assholes. You're not abandoning her like you did to me and Brad,"
"Yeah… Brad,"
"Wait, Uncle Brad?!" Blake said unbuckling herself to move to the middle of front seat of the car. She looked at her uncle to her right and ask the question once more. "He's still alive?! Where is he?"
"Poor motherfucker woken up handcuffed to a hospital gurney after that stunt your Uncle M pulled off,"
"What stunt, Uncle M?" Blake asked looking at him.
"It's something that I had to do in order to have this life out here," Michael explained.
"Did my Daddy do it with you, to have this life out here?" Blake asked.
"Yeah, course he did," Michael replied.
"Blake, he still writes to me in the joint, y'know,"
"Really?" Blake asked. "Can you give me his email, so I can talk to him too?"
"That is unnecessary, Blakesleigh," Michael told her.
"Course, anything for my niece," Trevor pinched her right cheek as it turned red.
Blake rubbed it softly as she can still feel the stinging pain.
"Owie, Uncle T," she sat back down onto the back seats.
As they arrive at the Maze Bank Arena, Blake received a message from Lunch saying that the show is starting now and her friends were still at De Santa household, watching TV in the living room area. She even received a selfie of her and Max, chilling on the couch with the hashtag.
"Blake, hurry the fuck up," Trevor hissed, before she got off her iFruit phone to follow her two uncles. She noticed a group of kids who were older than her. She noticed a few who goes to her school, Rockford Hills Academy. She noticed the cameraman recording her, as look at the lens on the camera.
Blake stayed behind as the cameraman was still recording. She started posing for the camera, before she almost forgot about saving her cousin Tracey from humiliating herself on TV.
"Who are these clowns?" Lazlow asked.
Back at the De Santa's house, Max and Lunch were watching the show, until the cameras were pointing to Michael, Trevor, and Blake.
"There she is!" Max exclaimed pointing to Blake on the TV.
"My home girl, Blakie is on TV!" Lunch said, jumping up and down on the expensive white couch. "I hope she gets autographs when we go back to that hell hole called school,"
"Two dads and a little sister, very San Andreas,"
"Hey, I ain't her sister!" Blake complained. I'm more like a badass cousin,"
"Hey, you," Blake turned around to see another cameraman walking towards her, while aiming the camera at her face. "What is your name and what is your talent,"
"Hey, yo, peace out!" Blake said covering the camera lens, before removing her own hand. "Look, I got my rights, but.. I'm Blake De Santa and my talent is-"
Michael was behind her as she covered her mouth to make her stop talking. "She ain't here for no audition and she ain't got no talent,"
"Hey," Blake complained, before the cameraman backed away from the dark haired teen and her uncle, as he returned back to Lazlow and Tracey.
"Um okay, then. Anyway, three, two, one," Lazlow said, while Tracey struck a pose. "Alright, it's Fame or Shame for Tracey De Santa. Music!"
"Give it to me baby,"
"What the fuck?" Blake said with her mouth open.
Give It To Me Baby by Rick James was playing as she was looking at Tracey's dancing as it looked more like stripper dancing.
Max and Lunch were watching the show as they were laughing hysterically on the couch.
"That bitch can't dance," Lunch said.
"I know, I know," Max laughed, before falling down onto the floor.
"Mm, yeah, shake what your daddies gave ya honey," Lazlow said scooting up to her.
"You gonna fucking do something about this?" Trevor demanded.
"Shit, I might as well, bring on Badass Blake," Blake said, as she walked towards them. Michael was behind her as well.
"Alright, that's enough," Michael said. "I said that's enough,"
Blake immediately pushed Tracey onto the ground, before grabbing Lazlow by his ponytail, pulling him closer to her. "Ladies and Gentle-freaks! I, Blake De Santa brings the badass here on this show!"
She pushed him onto the ground as she started punching him, to loosening his jaw. Until Lazlow fought back, by pushing Blake off of him, making her fall on her back almost exposing her neon green and black stripes boyshort panties.
"No, no!" Tracey cried.
"Ah, shut up, with your whining self," Blake complained.
"Tracey, go straight home!" Michael demanded, following Lazlow who was running off stage.
Blake and Trevor followed him as they made outside of the Maze Bank Arena to see that Michael's Obey Tailgater was towed.
"Where's the car?" Blake asked.
"Shit, Blake, T, they towed us," Michael announced.
"We're taken their truck," Trevor said before hijacking the truck.
"Wait for me!" Blake yelled, as she climbed onto the other side of the passenger side. She sat in the middle as Michael was the last person to close the passenger side of the eighteen wheeler.
"Run him over, Uncle T!" Blake said, pointed to the red car Lazlow was driving.
"Come on, it's only a battery car," Michael pointed it out.
They have followed him into the LS River, until his car ran out of batteries.
"Aww, ain't that precious," Blake said.
"The little shit is all out of juice," Trevor said, climbing out. Blake and Michael followed as well.
"Hey guys," Lazlow said, while the group walked towards him.
"Im'ma girl, dumbass, and you ran out of batteries? Aww, I'm sorry to hear about that,"
Trevor immediately grabbed him. "That little girl sat on my lap when she was two years old and my little niece right here who you fucking pushed off, crawled to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek when she was eight months old. And I swore to God that I would rip the fuckin' skin off anyone who fucking wronged them,"
Lazlow explained his whole life story in front of the group, as Blake was getting annoyed while rolling her eyes.
"Alright, we fuckin' get it now," Blake hissed. "You should never push a seventeen year old girl in front of her two favorite uncles or else,"
"These your uncles?" Lazlow asked. "I thought he was your dad," he pointed to Michael.
"Hey, he ain't my Daddy!" Blake hissed.
"And you! Pants off," Trevor said.
Lazlow pulled his pants off as Blake had an evil grin on her face, before she pulled out her iFruit phone.
"There you go," Trevor said, before pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Now I want you to dance sexy,"
Blake laughed, before she started recording along with her Uncle Trevor.
"But I need music,"
"Hold up, I got you," Blake went into her music playlist and played Don't Drop That Thun Thun by Finatticz, while recording the video.
"Dance, sexy boy, dance,"
Lazlow started to dance as it took all of his will power. Blake tried not to laugh with music playing on her iFruit phone, while recording the video that can expose him.
"What the fuck is that?" Trevor asked.
"There you go," Blake said, smiling.
"Alright, alright, now drop it like it's hot, alright,"
Lazlow started to drop it.
"How low can you go," Blake asked. "Drop that Thun Thun,"
"C'mon, lower, lower," Trevor said as Lazlow went lower, until he fell over. Blake immediately laughed as she pointed to him.
"What a dumbass!"
"Please, don't kill me," Lazlow begged while Trevor moved closer.
Michael pulled him up from off the ground, trying to be a buzzkill.
"Alright, alright, get up." Trevor said. "Take off, before I change my mind,"
"And don't worry about me showing this video to my friends," Blake said. "I won't show it,"
"Really,"
Go! Before I change my mind and show it to the paparazzi," Blake hissed at him.
Blake was back at home at the De Santa house. She was in her bedroom with the door locked and red headphones over her ears, as she was listening to Consideration by Rihanna ft. SZA in her pajamas.
Her bedtime clothes are usually an over the shoulder mint graphic tee that says 'dork' on it, while showing her red and black rose tattoo on her shoulder blade. For her bottoms she had on white short pajamas bottoms that has small pink, red, and even purple hearts on it.
She was bobbing her head, as she looking down on her iFruit phone, before receiving a text message from Franklin.
'Hey, baby, I saw you on TV today. That host should I have never done that to you. You a'ight?'
Blake blushed before texting him back.
'Yeah, I'm fine," she put a smiley face in the text. 'You care so much about me, Frankie,'
She received another message from him.
'Hey, I love you, B,'
She texted him back once more.
'Love ya too! XXX,'
Before she even had the chance to hit send. Her door slammed open as Tracey was standing there under the doorframe. She removed her red headphones and looked at her.
"Ever heard of knocking, cousin?" Blake asked.
"You and Dad ruined my life, yet again,"
"Oh child, please," Blake stood up from her bed. "You are doing stupid stuff instead of finding a real job or doing something in your life, you're doing it because you wanted the d,"
"No, I'm not!" Tracey hissed. "Besides, I have boyfriend already, like you never heard about having,"
"Oh, yeah, I do have one," Blake replied. "And he's not a homeless guy, like yours,"
"Then who is he?"
"I'm not telling you his name," Blake replied, crossing his arms, before leaving out of her bedroom.
"Oh and by the way, if you're thinking about ruining my reputation at my school. You thought wrong. I received so many messages from off of my LifeInvader page all about you, so your reputation is in the ground, but not mines. Sad face for you, but evil and happy grin for me,"
Blake stick her tongue out at her cousin before leaving her bedroom.
As she climbed down the stairs, she received another message from Franklin.
'You still there?'
Blake texted him.
'I'm here, had a fight with my ho-ish cousin," she inserted an red angry face in the text, before sending it.
'I'm sorry to hear about that, baby. What are you doing tomorrow after school?'
'Still grounded after drinking. Sorry babe,' she inserted a sad face, before sending the message.
'A'ight, then, wish I can see you now,"
'Me too,' Blake replied, before sitting down on the couch.
'I have to go now, your uncle just called me, told me to meet with him,'
'TTYL, baby,' she inserted a kissy face before sending it.
She layed down on the couch, holding her iFruit phone close to her.
Blake sighed dreamly. "Me and Frankie,"
Uncle T is in the house! Finally, my second favorite character who makes me laugh is finally here to see Michael and Blake!
And somehow Lunch likes Trevor and he likes her too, as well. But there is no romantic relationship going to happen to them, if that's what you're thinking.
Those songs Blake was playing, I know that they're not in the game, but I wanted to put that in there for the chappie. And I might do more songs, beside the ones in the game.
I hope everyone loves this chappie!