Alessia
"Okay, but you're hurting me," I whine just because I can't stand the way he feels, and I move under his arm. He's not really hurting me, but I don't want to be glued to him. Judas takes a breath as if I'm asking him to move a truck and loosens his grip a little, not taking his arm off my shoulders.
Everyone we pass turns to look at us with open and obvious curiosity. It's... honestly, it’s grotesque and bizarre, at this point.
I've always had a desire to be popular like in the movies, but I didn't think it was going to be this weird.
"Sinclair, I need to talk to you," a tall guy stops us, stepping in front of us and making us stop dead in our tracks. His voice sounds slurred, like he's drunk.
"I don't have time right now," Judas replies, his voice harsher than usual. When
