She didn't say anything at first, but the look on her face told me she was considering what I said. Then, as if I said nothing at all, she turned away from me and began rummaging through a few boxes in the shed.
“Melanie. I'm serious. What's going on? Who are these people? And since when are you friends with Jessica?”
I was getting annoyed now, standing to my feet and looking around at the lot of them. They all had these knowing looks on their faces, as if they had seen this coming.
“Jessica and I are very close,” Melanie said, her back to me. She was bending down, digging into a box and pulling out a few items.
I snorted. Melanie Frostwood wasn't close with anyone at Origin. She was always by herself. I would know since I was always looking at her.
I must have amused her since she chuckled just a bit at my reaction.
“Relax, Benson. No one is going to hurt you and I promise not to get you in trouble with your parents,” she teased.
There was grumbling from the room and Melanie laughed, pulling out what looked to me like a hookah. My brow raised.
“Alright, well, I can't promise that last thing,” she said to me, offering that same smirk of hers to me. “But that doesn't change anything. Just relax. You're among friends.”
I snorted. I didn't know any of these people and I was starting to wonder about Jessica.
“Look, I just want to go home, this is too weird, whatever this is.”