The third point of view:
Annabelle knew what it meant to go to Julie's place by this unholy hour of the night, but then, she had nodded without much thought. The girl knew she couldn't trust him yet, but the blaze in Julie's eyes made her weak in the knees.
The next thing Anabelle knew, both of them were in the car and Julie had turned on the heater while she was wriggling the water out of her hair through the opened window.
An awkward silence reigned in the car, both did not know what to talk about until Julie turned around to her and choked on his saliva. The temperature in the car increased amid the fact he was freezing; her dress was see through.
Anabelle turned around at that moment, only to see where his gaze was focused.
"Oh shit!" She cursed, her hands crossing her chest.
