CROSS
“I swear to God, Blaise. If you—”
He glanced back, hissing. “Shut up.” A savage wave with the back of his hand and he was leading the way. He moved by the back of the fence, making his way to the house as if he’d done this a few times. He was keeping low and remaining cautious, but still moving at a good pace.
I’d forgotten how big their backyard was. For a frat, it was huge.
No one was back here.
Blaise stepped up on the back porch, but he didn’t go for the main door. He headed, instead, in the opposite direction. Suddenly, a big window popped open and Blaise hauled himself inside. I climbed through, noting afterwards that it was their back bathroom.
The door was open leading to another room, and I heard more hissing.
“This is not cool. You…I’ll do this s**t for you. Your bro
