Page 20 of Ecstasy
There’s no one around the edge of the pool but there’s…
Oh my God.
My limbs feel numb as I take a hesitant step toward the window.
No.
That’s not…
I force myself to walk toward the sliding glass door for a better view. A different angle. A way to make this all make sense.
My fingers press against the cool glass and my chest tightens as I rest my forehead against the door, blinking.
Because I must still be drunk. I’m still fucked up. There’s no fucking way.
I hear something move behind me.
Before I can scream, a hand comes over my mouth and a voice whispers in my ear, “There’s a body in the pool,baby girl.”
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Alex
Havinga corpse at the bottom of your pool really dampens the party mood, and having the cops in my face,again, really annoys the shit out of me. They’ve been on my ass since last year, and then again a few weeks ago after that fucking game that got me suspended. It’s not enough that they’ve tried to ruin my football career, my reputation—which wasn’t great to begin with—and made my father’s entire megachurch congregation pray for my soul on a weekly basis, now, they suspect me of murder.
Fantastic.
But regardless of what they think happened here, they’ve got no evidence to support their theory that someone drowned Rihanna Martinson. Besides, I know for a fact toxicology reports will show that her blood alcohol content will reveal she was a couple of milliliters away from being made of more vodka than blood.
Still. It’s a fucking hassle, on top of all the shit I’ve got to deal with when it comes to Zara.
My father already had a lawyer sent to the station where they brought me in for interrogation. I answered their stupid questions and walked out free in a matter of hours, which is more than I can say for last fall. That took a hell of a lot longer, and Eli’s dad had to come bail me out of that shit.
I open the door of my black Jeep, parked behind the Falls Creek police station, and just as I slide in, my phone vibrates in my back pocket.
I pull it out, roll my eyes but answer it, holding it up to my ear, resting my head against the seat.
“What, Dad?”
“I’d think you’d sound a little more grateful considering I just saved your ass—”
Pastors shouldn’t say “ass”.Instead of telling him that, I interrupt him with, “I didn’t do it.” I’ve said that half a dozen times already this morning and it’s not even seven a.m.
“I’m not saying you did, son, but we both know you’re going to be the prime suspect because it was yourhouse—”
“It’s Eli’s house.” I live in it, but Eli’s father, Eric, put it in Eli’s name.
My dad sighs on the other end. “Eric called. Eli’s name is already cleared.”
Of course his name is already cleared.Eli is the fucking golden boy at Caven University.
It’s not like I wanthim to get arrested but damn. Everyone thinks he’s so damn smart and so damn responsible and it all rings in my ears, “Eli’s dad is a lawyer, “and “Eli wins championships,” and “Eli controls his temper and Eli has a bright future.”
Yeah, well, Eli almost fucked my girl last night. And last year, we almost did the same shit with a different girl. I’m pretty sure Eli isn’t as good as everyone thinks he is.
But I wouldn’t actually know.
He’s been my roommate for the past three years but some days, I don’t think I really know the guy at all.
