Chapter 8
Marcus shifts awkwardly in his chair as he tries not to look at the clock. Not that there’s any point in checking the time. He’s fairly certain that the cheap clock hanging above the door in Chem and Get It’s regular study room is busted. It claims that the time is six minutes past eleven when Marcus feels like he’s been sitting here waiting for at least forty minutes.
Ajay is a lot of things, but late is never one of them. Marcus knows it’s only been six minutes, allegedly, but he’s growing frustrated. He’s just had to increase his medication recently, but the effects still need time to kick in. Hopefully. Right now he’s stuck in some weird combination of anxiety and numbness.
Marcus’ phone vibrates as a text comes in. He grabs it quickly, hoping to see Ajay’s name pop up, bu
