Blaise finally stops looking at me and grabs a girl walking by. I'm not even sure who she is. I think she might be a senior cheerleader. She giggles as he grabs her by the ass and walks behind her, whispering something in her ear over her shoulder. Once he’s done breathing down her neck, he looks back at me and winks. He's a damn sociopath. And I've got to live with him.
