You Don't Own Me.

Parker walked in, and Ian followed him. He looked at me, and I looked away. I was aware of his eyes on me, and his stare made me uncomfortable.

"What is he doing here?" Marley snapped.

Parker gave her a weird look. "I asked him to come with us. He wasn't doing anything."

"And you didn't think it was important to ask us if it was okay?"

Parker frowned. "What's wrong with you? You seemed fine with him the other night."

Before Marley could say anything, I cut in. "What she means is, you should have told us. You know how much Marl likes things planned....