Nina
“What happened?” Enzo asked as he ran up to me. He looked down at Justin, then back at me with a concerned expression on his face. Justin groaned and stood.
“Justin can’t get it through his head that I’m done,” I said, still holding my wrist where he grabbed it. “At this point, it’s just assault.”
“I didn’t assault you!” Justin replied, his face turning red and starting to walk toward me again.
Enzo put himself between us, shielding me from Justin with his body.
“Justin, I think you need to leave,” Enzo growled.
Justin looked back and forth between Enzo and I. I could see him starting to put two and two together; he looked like he was about to say something, but then he turned and got into his car, speeding off with screeching tires.
Enzo turned back toward me and held out his
