“Newbie, he’s your man?” Myra heard behind them.
All eyes turned to them as soon as they arrived at the college.
She saw the girls ogling Greg right off the bat, and pointed it out to him that it seemed he'd just gotten popular.
They turned around to the voice, Greg’s arms thrown around her shoulder.
“Atlas.” She said flatly, making sure to put on a slightly bored look on her face.
“He’s your man?” Atlas repeated.
She looked up at Greg with a lazy smile. He kissed her cheek and said, “My cousin, you’ve got a problem with that?”
She saw Atlas’s face immediately relax, and he said, “Your cousin’s foinee.”
“I don’t want to hear it.” Greg said, and began to lead her away.
Myra kept her face neutral since everyone was looking at them, but as soon as they had their backs to them, she
