Blake didn't even bristle. He met my glare head-on. He wasn't the boy who had used to agree with all my dumb ideas and laugh at my lame jokes; He was a man now, and he was so done with my shit.
"Last night," he said. "I had planned on...
Blake didn't even bristle. He met my glare head-on. He wasn't the boy who had used to agree with all my dumb ideas and laugh at my lame jokes; He was a man now, and he was so done with my shit.
"Last night," he said. "I had planned on...