He knew exactly why Mrs. Blake could see that his eyes were fixed on something—or someone—all the way across the room, over by the lockers. This is John and Mark. He felt Venom get inside his head—literally. The connection was instant. I promise.
Stan made an exaggerated sigh.
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
Just one more sip. It was like he was getting lighter and lighter with every breath, like he was disappearing into thin air. Blake was thinking about what was waiting for him outside that locker room. Rodger threw his head back. You turn me on, and so do your farts.