About two hours later, my parents are preparing dinner and Dominic is on his way over. When he arrives, I usher him to the living room- the only place we can really hang out with my dad present. My father doesn't like Dominic being in my room for reasons I sum up to him just being a father. So I sit beside Dominic on the couch, where I create a big enough gap between us to avoid suspicion. Maritza stares from the recliner with a curious look on her face.
"Hi, Dominic," she greets him from across the room.
"Hey, Maritza." He offers her a small smile and she nods approvingly.
"College has been treating you good, I see." Cue her creepy little grin. "You've been working out a lot, huh?"
"Maritza." I glare sharply at her and she offers us both a broad smirk.
"What? I saw it all the other d
