Blake Fang was popular at Olympia - that much was quite obvious. Especially from the way heads began turning to their table, and the attention settled on the four of them seated.
Aaliyah could feel the prickly eyes of everyone's gaze. She felt it every day, but it had tripled the moment Blake decided to pull up the chair next to her, acting like he was welcomed here or something.
"You don't mind if I drink here, do you?" That didn't seem to be a question because he had already dropped a can of blood on the table and was raising the next to his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped down the contents.
"You...," Aaliyah frowned, "What do you want?" She asked.
"I want to be friends,"
Yuan choked on her can of blood, almost spitting out everything going down her throat. Lance seemed to still be frozen.
"What do you want?" Aaliyah asked again, dismissing his reply like she hadn't heard anything.
