Chapter 15-P3

Marley felt the bed shift beneath her. She was laying on her stomach, refusing to open her eyes. "-threatened him?" "I simply said that if he breaks your heart, I'll break his arm." "You didn't have to do that." "You're a friend of Marley's. Which means I look out for you." Marley blinked slowly, staring at a lopsided view of Bree laying flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling and throwing a red hacky sack in the air. Tristan had her bare legs hanging over her bed on the top bunk, making faces at her phone screen. She knew everyone was here, but she could only see the two of them from her viewpoint. "Finally. Girl get up we have like ten minutes to eat!" Bree was up on her elbows now, staring right at Marley. She took a deep breath. Nobody seemed any different. Questions weren't flying at her left and right. They didn't know. How did he even get her back here?