MARCUS POINT OF VIEW
It was Friday night and I knew I was going to that party Kimberly Park Avenue invited me to. I knew it. I kept telling myself I wasn’t going. I kept saying out loud I wasn’t going. But inside my chest my heart was racing like an engine with the key stuck halfway. I wasn’t even crushing on her. At least that’s what I told myself every time I saw her. But for some reason every time she said my name my pulse jumped. Every time she laughed I felt like someone pulled the rug under my feet and I had to keep my balance. She was dangerous to my sanity. But sweet. Very sweet. She was the only one who called me Marcus like it actually mattered.
My room was dim. My video game shelf had gaps in it because Mum came earlier this morning and took one of them for “discipline”. I was
