"Really?" She asked. "Because all I kept seeing was his eyes flickering to you."
"To me?" I replied, my face scrunched up with disbelief. "His eyes were on you the whole time. And I saw him smile."
Both her beautiful eyebrows flew up in surprise.
"Okay, maybe he looked and smiled a little, but did you really not see him constantly looking at you?" She asked.
"Why would he even fu.cking look at me?" I grumbled.
"Because he's trying to gain courage to talk to you," she replied causally. "Kinda hard to do that when you keep giving him that death glare."
I let out a humorless laugh as I ran my hand down my face.
"You're too soft on him. I don't want him to talk to me," I said.
Suddenly, Blythe placed her hands on my shoulders. She used me to push herself up, her pretty little a.ss land
