Chasing Impossible. Katie McGarry

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      “Did you come alone?” Albert asks.

      “No, but my friend is doing a guy in the bathroom and watching doesn’t turn me on.”

      Houston chokes on a chip. Serves him right.

      “Seriously, why here?” I push. “No alcohol is being served here tonight and I would have left Jerry’s sorry, minor ass at home. Would have thought college boys would be searching for trouble.”

      Albert looks left and my Spidey-senses prickle along my skin. “We’re meeting up with somebody.”

      “Anyone I know?” I cast a sideways gaze at Houston. “Mallory will be pissed if you’re trying to set up her friends with your friends. Remember how well that worked last time?”

      I have no clue if that’s true or not, but I like watching people scramble to think fast.

      “We’re here to meet my dealer,” says Houston. Well played. Albert straightens and Houston gestures to me. “She’s cool so don’t freak.”

      I prop my elbows on the table and tilt my head, purposefully letting him think I’m attracted...to him. “Interested in buying?”

      Albert scratches his nose. Not a good sign at all. “Yeah.”

      He could be nervous. Maybe it’s his first time buying. First timers have a guilty look about them, but he’s too put together for the I-don’t-want-to-go-to-jail fear.

      “Ever bought before?”

      “Yes.” The boy doesn’t blink and I believe him.

      Have you ever put anyone in handcuffs and then escorted them to the back of a police car after you bought the drugs? “I haven’t bought before.” Truth.

      Albert smirks. “Are you the type that mooches off of everyone else’s supplies?”

      I smile and it’s the type that causes Houston and his friend to back up. It’s the one that belongs to the streets and it’s the type that makes the invisible devil beside me cackle. Albert’s eyes narrow in on it and then he retreats a centimeter.

      “Yes,” I answer. “I’m a parasite. There’s a reason creatures like us have survived as long as we have.”

      I wink at him, and Albert’s trying to figure out if I’m flirting or if I’m threatening his life. Sometimes, at least with me, it’s a fine line between the two.

      My cell buzzes, and it’s Rachel. Logan stayed behind for you. Just text or find him for me. He looked pale before we left. Like he was sick.

      My stomach drops and I scan the club. Just damn. The boy was supposed to go home.

      “Problem?” Houston asks.

      “My friend’s done screwing around.” Now he’s just screwing with me.

      “You.” I point at Albert. “My grandmother always said, ‘You are all sons of the light and sons of the day. We do not belong to the night or to the darkness.’ I’ll be honest, I’m a darkness girl. Which way do you swing on that?”

      Albert blinks. Several times, and it’s the expression of awareness. It’s a Bible quote and he recognizes it. His fingers drum the table and there’s a tan line on his left ring finger. This guy’s married or was married and I don’t know any frat boys with that lifestyle.

      He smiles and laughs and it’s almost convincing, but he’s lied too many times for me to buy it. “Darkness.”

      “You boys should go home soon,” I say as a tease. “Up and early for church.”

      Two of them roll their eyes and Albert adds, “I don’t go to church.”

      I nod like I agree. “Have a great life, Albert. See you later, Houston.”

      I steal another chip and I walk away, my eyes roaming the room for Logan. Stupid boy staying stupid behind and possibly causing stupid problems for me.

      “Hey!” It’s Houston and because he’ll hound me, I slip off into the shadowed corner again. “What the hell was up with the Bible quote?”

      “He goes to church,” I say.

      Houston tosses out his arms. “So do I and I still smoke pot. That doesn’t mean he’s a narc.”

      “But you wouldn’t lie about it. He lied. I don’t care if you’re a priest, I’ll sell to you. In fact, I do sell to one, but I won’t if he lies. Albert’s hiding something. He’s a liar, and if I were you, I’d watch your back. Do me a favor, Houston. Don’t bring anyone else to me as a client for a while. You need to clean up your own household before you bring guests to mine.”

      Houston jams his fingers through his hair causing his hat to fall off. “Fuck.” After he cracks his knuckles, he says to me, “Are we still good?”

      “We’re going to have to switch up how we do things. Not just with you, with everyone in your frat, but I’ll figure that out later.”

      Houston shoves his hands into his pockets and his shoulders sag forward, reminding me of a child discovering it’s possible to disappoint a parent. “I’m sorry I brought this trouble.”

      “Just don’t bring it again. I’m serious. I can’t afford to be busted.”

      Houston leaves and I text Logan. I told you I needed to work. Not cool. Where are you?

      Nothing. An annoying silent response. Typical Logan.

      Rachel wants me to find you. Says you’re sick. Do you need me to play hero?

      The smirk feels good on my face. If that doesn’t get Logan all hot and bothered and ready to play, little else will. But the smirk wilts as each second passes with no response. I loathe the tickling sensation of fear licking in my stomach.

      Not fucking cool, Logan. Are you okay?

      “We got a change up for everyone here,” calls the lead singer from the band. “A friend of ours is going to show us what he’s got on lead guitar.”

      People near the stage scream and clap and I’m about ready to throw my cell against the wall. Stupid, stupid boy and stupid me for stupidly somewhat liking him and him thinking he can get away with not answering me.

      “Give it up for our boy Logan.”

      My eyes rip up, go for the stage, and my mind shifts into reverse, fast-forward, rewind, and then that smile that’s associated with the devil slides across my face.

      Logan stands strong on the stage. Guitar strapped across his chest. Baseball cap backwards on his black hair. And when he strikes the strings of the guitar, those biceps flex beautifully.

      That chord just struck a lot deeper than anyone could have imagined. Past my bones, past my muscles, and it’s created a nice warmth that’s curling around my belly. Liquid warmth.

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