Coffin of Hope

Chapter Thirty Five

"Are we leaving the hotel?" Maddie wanted to know.

"I am." Marcy put on another pair of socks before stepping into her boots.

"Where are you going?" Mercedes asked.

"Boarding?" Mike hoped.

Marcy faltered. "No."

Marc looked at her, hurt. "You don't board anymore?"

She didn't but that wasn't why she wouldn't be now. She didn't know what to say.

"She has a stomach thing." Mal saved her.

The others nodded.

"So where are you going to go?" Maddie pressed.

Marcy shrugged. "I'll probably take a walk."

"Ugh!" Quinn stuck out her tongue. "I do not understand your fascination with walking."

"I didn't understand your obsession with Finn but I never mocked you for it."

Quinn's jaw dropped.

"It was an obsession!" Mike stared at Quinn, who blushed.

Mercedes scowled at Marcy. "Stop that! She was not obsessed!"

"As much as you were with your baby daddy." Marcy didn't care.

Mike cocked his head. "Really?"

Mercedes paled. "No. No."

He lifted a brow.

She couldn't take his stare and looked away.

"Stop telling on us!" Quinn yelled.

"You don't want Mikey to know you stalked his best friends and basically made them want you?" Marcy sassed.

"Marcy!" Mercedes and Quinn screamed.

Marc and Mal fell out laughing. Maddie hid her face in her coat to keep from joining in.

Laura was very concerned. "Girls? Were you less than ladylike with those boys?"

Mercedes couldn't meet her gaze but Quinn could, defiantly. "You can't judge us!"

"That's a yes." Marcy faux-whispered.

Quinn threw her a dark look. "You were with Kenneth!"

"And you were with Kelly! Didn't stop you from thinking about Finn!"

Quinn screamed in frustration. "You're so annoying!"

"Call it a character flaw."

"What does stalking entail?" Mike wondered.

"Oh that's classic. You know how they showed up to every football and basketball practice they could and told you it was to support you?" Marcy stared at Quinn. "The lie detector proves that was a lie."

Mike made a sound with his mouth.

Mercedes pouted. "You kissed Damien."

Mal's head swiveled to look at Marcy. "What?"

"I kissed Sam, too." Marcy refused to look at him.

He breathed deeply. "When?"

"When did I kiss Sam? Before I got with Kenneth."

"When did you kiss Damien?" He bit off.

She hunched her shoulders.

"Marcy..."

"Why do you care?!"

He looked away, jealousy burning in his heart.

"Hey!" Marc frowned. "Stop that!"