Julia's POV:
"Julia!"
"I'm sorry, but please leave the premises before we call the campus police." That sounds like the front desk girl.
"She's my friend. She's in there. Probably taking a nap or something." Brenda pounds against the door, "Julia! Are you okay? Are you alive? Why aren't you picking up my calls?"
Why are you halfway across the country on a Friday night?
I slap Marcelo to signal him to get out of me. Once he moves over, I circle to find some clothes. I threw on a shirt and some sweats. When I realize I didn't put on my underwear, I throw them in the closet.
"Julia! Jul-"
I open the door, only a c***k.
"Hi." I know I look like a mess.
"You know her?" The front desk girl asks me.
"She's my best friend." My hand twisted against the doorknob. I hope Marcelo has at leas
