PoV Jason
"Why is she with us!" asked Brenda, my classmate. We were walking towards the car park.
I looked at the long silver-haired girl walking behind, following us; Paris is far from us.
"Yeah, I'm not comfortable with her coming with us," Cindy complained.
Brenda and Cindy are close friends of Maria. We were planning to see my brother. The three of them had known my brother since we were little, and now they said they wanted to see him.
I walked in front, to my motorbike, while Brenda and Cindy would be with Maria.
I almost choked when I heard Maria say, "She is my cousin. Her name is Paris."
Maria's two friends burst out laughing.
"Maria, are you sure she is your cousin?" asked Brenda, her voice shrill; after she asked like that, I could almost hear Maria say, "Don't let other people know that the girl and I are families."