Julia's POV:
I chew on the straw but stop when I see a specific figure.
"Drive." I hit Marcelo's arm, "Drive. Drive!"
Marcelo hit the gas, and we drove out of the school parking lot. I look back to see Emily still talking with other people.
I rest my head against the headrest before I bite the straw again.
"Someone hunting you?"
"Kind of," I reply.
"Is it that Emily girl?"
"Who told you?" Most of the time, when I'm on the phone with Marcelo, we talk about everything but never about people.
Marcelo shrugged, "Could be anyone."
I'm betting my money on Brian or Eric. Most likely, it's Brian. He follows Marcelo around like some lost puppy for some unknown reason.
"You want me to investigate her for you?"
I glance at him, "Your level of distrust is extremely concerning."
"Not distr
