The more evidence the better
@inherentvice
Evidence of what?
I bite the inside of my lip. This fucking guy. I close my eyes against a sharp sting, but they fly open a second later when something bumps against my hand.
Blake is holding out a bottle of eyedrops.
“Dude, yes.” I dose myself and pass the bottle on to Dahmer. Need to get my vision checked, because I still don’t know how I didn’t notice him getting in the hot tub. He takes the drops but passes it onto Austin without using them. Guess he likes pain, the sick fuck.
As I’m trying to figure out what to reply, Kruger leans in.
“Yo, man, gotta question…”
I like Kruger, but damn, the guy’s nosy as fuck. “What?”
“What happened after we dropped you off at that house?”
Everyone goes silent. There’s even a snatch of silence from the boombox before it shuffles to the next song on Blake’s playlist.
“Who’s house?” Nolan asks.
I clear my throat, not looking at him. “Nothing,” I mutter.
Kruger’s not picking up my vibe. “’Cos you said you’d call if you needed us to?—“
“Yeah, but I didn’t,” I cut in.
His mouth opens again, but I don’t let him speak. “She wasn’t there. He’d dropped her off at a friend’s house.”
“Ah, shit, really?” Kruger chuckles. “And here we were?—”
“Yeah, big waste of time,” I cut in again, because it seems Kruger’s too fucking stoned to realize everyone’s listening, trying to piece together what he’s talking about.
I think Blake figures it out, because he says, “Dude, we were so faded. We shouldn’t even have been driving.”
I’d have thanked him, but I’m too high, and still reeling from Rooke’s messages, never mind Kruger’s guerrilla attack.
“Yeah, fucking tell me about it.” Kruger laughs. “Felt like we were in a fucking action movie, giving chase like that.” He mimics driving a car, tires squealing, and everyone bursts out laughing.
Action movie? More like a low-budget porno.
“Dude, thank you!” Myles says, pointing at Kruger. “I keep forgetting to tell you guys. I watched the most kick ass fucking reel the other day. This guy gets in his Bugatti, and he…”
I don’t give a fuck about said dude or his car. I’m just fucking glad the attention’s off me and Kruger’s questions.
My thumbs tap furiously on my phone screen.
@wanderkind
U know what I’m talking about asshole
@inherentvice
It’s 3am. Seriously think I’m sober enough to remember?
Fuck, he’s toying with me. Not sure why the hell I’m surprised. I tap the sides of my phones, lips rolled together as I try to figure out what to say.
