We didn't pay attention anymore because, honestly, I hated him. I don't even know where this anger is coming from; that's why I'm frustrated. Surely, I'm not jealous. Yet I don't know what Blaise did to make me feel like this.
Maybe because I think he is crazy? Maybe because I'm annoyed that he's still protective of her despite what she did to him?
"We're here," he said, snapping me out of my reverie. I raised my eyebrows when I realized that he had brought me to this place. An abandoned warehouse. There are lights on, so I am able to survey the place. There is graffiti on the wall, yet the place is surprisingly clean.
"What are we going to do here?" I asked curiously, because by the looks of this, there is nothing we can do here.
"Nothing. I didn't dance with you earlier at the bar, so let's do it here."
Even though I didn't understand him, I just nodded. Whatever his antics are, it's up to him as long as he doesn't do anything to harm me.
