Chapter 38 Voyeur

• Ben
• I lean against a wall, alternating between watching the stairs for Marcie, sipping some crap drink, and wishing I had a camera to capture this party. The frat guys converted a whole room of their house for dancing. There’s no furniture in here but the DJ booth and a keg by the door to the kitchen. A hundred people in different shades of blue move never quite in unison, like a hive-mind that can’t quite agree. I nod my head like I know the song and check the stairs again.
• Still no Marcie. It feels like it’s been ages, but I didn’t check the time when she left. At least a little asking around got me the name of the musclehead who carted her off. Everett Beck. Apparently, he’s Heather’s boyfriend. Which could explain the “Theresa” call last week. Between what happened at the Arkly between us and how little we go over to Marcie’s apartment, I can kind of tell Heather doesn’t like our relationship. No idea why, but Marcie is probably upstairs getting lectured about how bad I am for her. I roll my eyes. Between her friends and my mom, we’re verging on Romeo and Juliet territory.