POV’s Philip
Marco walked over to me as Sasha and Connie got into a mini-wrestling match. “Hey, Tate.”
“What’s up?” I asked.
Marco gave me a soft smile. “I was wondering, would you be able to look over my essay outline with me after this? I’m trying to figure out a good way to set up my argument, but I feel like I can’t pick a good structure for all of my different points. You’re usually pretty good with that stuff.”
I nodded. “Of course. Do you have your car with you?”
Marco shook his head. “No, Jean gave me a ride, and he has practice after this. Would it be ok if you could drive us to the library?”
“Sure, don’t worry about it,” I assured him.
Suddenly, Eren raised his voice, “Hey, everyone, listen up.”
Everyone turned to face him, the chit chat dying down.
“I finally got the ok
