<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PWLSrb2.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Starting line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- May 9th, 2006. 9:48 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro, Jason, Jaimie<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was rather weird and uncomfortable standing that close to somebody that she loathed so much while knowing that they were both thinking about the blowjob that Pietro had mentioned, but still not nearly bad enough for Blaire to back away. Besides, she had to imagine that it was equally awkward for him.<br/><br/>"How thoughtful," she replied apathetically to Pietro's comment about not wanting to give her any excuses, decidedly unimpressed by his comeback.<br/><br/>What succeeded more in catching the blonde's attention was when he cleaned off the tip of his nose and licked up the mix of candy and her saliva. Definitely unexpected coming from mister clean-cut pretty-boy...and it was actually surprisingly hot, seeing her own spit going into her number one rival's mouth. She rolled the lollipop from one cheek to the other with her tongue while several hate-fucking fantasies crept into her twisted mind, almost spacing out for a moment before catching herself.<br/><br/>As for the situation with Adrian, Blaire could have gone into more details about how he'd only changed his mind at the last second because of a stupid technicality, but she was tired of talking about him. He was good, but her team didn't need him, and they'd prove that tonight, so she was over it. It was the actual members of the team and their actions that would define it, not almost-but-not-quite members. Blaire shrugged her shoulders briefly and settled into a much more relaxed position, any signs of outwards hostility suddenly dissipating as a result of that inner-realization about Adrian calming her down.<br/><br/>She wasn't even sure what exactly she thought about Pietro anymore. Blaire was pretty sure that she still hated him...well, probably, anyways, but she almost felt like he was beginning to win her over with his unapologetic arrogance. Nobody had ever accused her of looking for good qualities in men. Women either, for that matter, but she didn't make choices that were<em>quite</em>as spectacularly disastrous with her own gender, for whatever reason.<br/><br/>"Hm. See ya." That was it. No taunts, insults or punches to the face. Blaire looked almost neutral, like somebody who'd just come out of a routine sparring match or something as she walked away towards her car and the sound of Jason's voice. He was trying to babysit her from afar and keep her out of trouble, she realized, but her mind was too focused on sex, speed and victorious glory to spare the effort of getting upset at him for it.<br/><br/>"Where's everyone else?" the blonde asked as she leaned her butt against the Supra right next to where Jaimie had done the same. She sounded more curious than worried. There was still time, and she had absolute confidence that none of her friends would let her down now that they were so close. It was herself that she was mostly concerned about, but then again, knowing that she had support behind her helped a great deal in solidifying her confidence and composure.<br/><br/>"And how come no one told me it was lingerie night?" She looked her mechanic friend over pretty shamelessly from the toes of her boots up in a way that Jason wouldn't even dare, drinking in the sight of those cinnamon curves. "You're making my car look bad," Blaire complained playfully.