49. Messes and Spills

Marcus’ POV

“Dad’s room's pretty messed up.” Kathie said, leaning against the door post with folded arms.

Her voice made my heart skip a beat. Where did she come from?

I regained my composure, pretending to be standing at the center of the room, doing nothing suspicious.

“Yeah, it is.”

She took precise strides into the room to observe the mess, and I also followed to do the same. I stood beside her, my eyes trailing down to the champagne coating the floor, tracing down to the tiles underneath the bed.

She sighed.

“I knew this party was a bad idea.” She stated.

“I still can't believe your classmate would do something like that. And now, Miss Lillian’s hurt from what happened between them.”

I felt a wave of guilt wash over me because I knew I had something to do with it. Wait, let me rephrase that; the whole thing was my doing. My stupid instincts had developed into evil thoughts, pushing me to do crazy things, to the point where I paid Derrick to seduce her after having her drink a p