Triptych (Will Trent #1) - Karin Slaughter Page 0,64
couple was making out, and John found himself stopping to stare because the guy had his hand right down the front of the girl’s jeans.
“Cool party,” another guy said, bumping into John. His drink spilled over John’s hand, and he apologized, passing John the half-full plastic cup as a peace offering. John had already had more than enough alcohol that night, but he took a large gulp from the cup, the liquid burning his throat as it went down.
When John looked around for Mary Alice, she was already heading out the back door.
“Hey,” John said, chasing after her.
She stood by a tall oak, looking up at the stars. Her hair was messed up and she looked nervous. Maybe he could hold her hand. Maybe he could kiss her.
She laughed for no reason. “I couldn’t breathe in there.”
“Sorry.”
She saw the cup in his hand. “Give me that.”
“I don’t know what’s in it,” he said. “You’d better not.”
“You’re not my father,” she said, taking the drink from him. She kept her eyes on his as she took a healthy swallow of the dark liquid. “Tastes like Coke and something else.”
He hoped to God it wasn’t something else. Woody was nineteen years old and all of his buddies were a couple of years older than that. Some of them were into hard drugs, stuff John didn’t even want to know about. There was no telling what was floating around.
John said, “Sorry about this. I didn’t think it would be that wild here.”
She took another swig from the cup and gave him a sloppy smile. God, she was so pretty. He had been hating her so long that he’d forgotten she was gorgeous.
She lifted the cup again and he stopped her. “You’re going to get sick.” He was actually thinking that even if she puked, he would still kiss her.
“Are you stoned?”
“No,” he lied. He was so nervous he would have smoked a goat’s ass if he thought it’d help calm him down.
She took another swallow and he didn’t try to stop her. “I want to get stoned.”
He would have been less shocked if she’d said she wanted to fly to the moon. “Mary Alice, come on. Take it easy on that stuff. You don’t want to make yourself sick.”
“It’s good enough for you,” she said, draining the cup. She turned it upside down to show him it was empty. “I want another one.”
“Let’s just stay out here for a while.”
“Why?” she asked. She was swaying a little and he reached out to steady her. “I thought you hated me.”
He could smell her perfume and the hairspray in her hair. Her skin felt hot under his hand. He could hold her, just pull her into his arms and hold her all night. “I don’t hate you.”
“You say nasty things to me all the time.”
“I don’t,” he said with such conviction that he almost believed himself.
She pulled away from him. “My parents think I’m at home.”
“Mine, too.”
“Did you get suspended from school?”
“No.”
“They should suspend you,” she said. “My dad says you’re a total loser.”
“Yeah,” he said, wishing she hadn’t finished the drink. “My dad, too.”
She said, “He moved out of the house tonight.”
“Your dad?”
“He just packed his bags and left while I was at the mall. My mom said he was moving in with that woman from work.” She hiccupped softly. “She wouldn’t stop crying.”
Mary Alice was crying, too, but he was still at a loss as to how to comfort her. Finally, he said, “I’m sorry.”
“I called him at the number he left,” she told John. “Some girl answered.”
John’s tongue wouldn’t move in his mouth. What should he say?
“He said he’d see me on the weekends. He says Mindy will take me shopping.”
John repeated, “I’m sorry.”
“Why do you hang around with that jerk?” Mary Alice asked.
“Who?” John turned around, following her gaze to Woody. His cousin practically fell off the back stairs as he walked toward them. He laughed at his lack of coordination, so John laughed, too.
“Wet your whistle,” Woody said, handing John another drink.
John took a sip, trying to pace himself because his head was already swimming.
“Hey, girlie,” Woody said, leaning against John as he stared at Mary Alice. “What took you so long? I was beginning to think my cousin here made you up.”
John started to make introductions, but something stopped him. He didn’t like the way Woody was looking at her, the open lust in his eyes. The guy already had Alicia back in the house ready to do whatever