Chapter 10

“I want my two thousand dollars, Sean!” yelled Will.

“I don’t have it, Will,” said Sean in as calm a voice as he could manage. “You ruined Wes’s party with all this, please leave.”

“Why don’t you ask your new boyfriend for it?” asked Will as he stared daggers at Marshall

“Will, he’s not my…” Sean looked pleadingly at Marshall who could stand and watch no longer.

“That’s it, dude,” said Marshall, who walked over to Will and grabbed him by the shirt collar. “Party’s over. The cops are on their way. Let’s go wait for them, shall we?” He pulled Will free from the grip of the men holding him and lead him, not gently, across the yard to the front of the house. Sirens could be heard approaching.

“He landed himself a stud this time,” said Will. “A real man’s man. Well, watch your purse, sweetie. That bitch is a thief.”