The Last Song

4 Marcus

He’d known she would follow them. They always did. Especially the new girls in town. That was the thing with girls: The worse he treated them, the more they wanted him. They were stupid like that. Predictable, but stupid.

He leaned against the planter that fronted the hotel, Blaze wrapping her arms around him. Ronnie was sitting across from them on one of the benches; off to the side, Teddy and Lance were slurring their words as they tried to get the attention of the girls who walked past them. They were already tanked-hell, they were a little tanked even before the show-and as usual, all but the ugliest of girls ignored them. Half the time, even he ignored them.

Blaze, meanwhile, was nibbling on his neck, but he ignored that, too. He was sick of the way she always hung on him whenever they were out in public. Sick of her in general. If she weren’t so good in bed, if she didn’t know the things that really turned him on, he would have dumped her a month ago for one of the three or four or five other girls he regularly slept with. But right now he wasn’t interested in them, either. Instead, he stared at Ronnie, liking the purple streak in her hair and her tight little body, the glittery effect of her eye shadow. It was sort of an upscale, trampy style, despite the stupid shirt she was wearing. He liked that. He liked that a lot.

He pushed against Blaze’s hips, wishing she weren’t here. “Go get me some fries,” he said. “I’m kind of hungry.”

Blaze pulled back. “I only have a couple of dollars left.”

He could hear the whine in her voice. “So? That should cover it. And make sure you don’t eat any of them, either.”

He meant it. Blaze was getting a little soft in the belly, a little puffy in the face. No surprise considering that lately she’d been drinking almost as much as Teddy and Lance.

Blaze made a show of pouting, but Marcus gave her a little shove and she headed to one of the food booths. The line was at least six or seven deep, and as she reached the end of it, Marcus sauntered toward Ronnie and took a seat beside her. Close, but not too close. Blaze was the jealous type, and he didn’t want her running Ronnie off before he had a chance to get to know her.

“What did you think?” he asked.

“About what?”

“The show. Have you ever seen anything like it in New York?”

“No,” she admitted, “I haven’t.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Just down the beach a little way.” He could tell by her answer that she was uncomfortable, probably because Blaze wasn’t there.

“Blaze said you ditched your dad.”

In response, she simply shrugged.

“What? You don’t want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to say.”

He leaned back. “Maybe you just don’t trust me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ll talk to Blaze, but not me.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“You don’t know Blaze, either. You just met her.”

Ronnie didn’t seem to appreciate his snappy comebacks. “I just didn’t want to talk to him, okay? And I don’t want to have to spend my summer here, either.”

He pushed the hair out of his eyes. “So leave.”

“Yeah, right. Where am I supposed to go?”

“Let’s go to Florida.”

She blinked. “What?”

“I know a guy who’s got a place down there just outside of Tampa. If you want, I’ll bring you. We can stay there as long as you want. My car’s over there.”

She stared at him as if in shock. “I can’t go to Florida with you. I… I just met you. And what about Blaze?”

“What about her?”

“You’re with her.”

“So?” He kept his face neutral.

“This is too weird.” She shook her head and stood. “I think I’ll go see how Blaze is doing.”

Marcus reached into his pocket for a fireball. “You know I was kidding, right?”

Actually, he hadn’t been kidding. He’d said it for the same reason he’d thrown the fireball at her. To see how far he could push her.

“Yeah, okay. Fine. I’m still going over there to talk to her.”

Marcus watched her stalk off. As much as he admired that dynamite little body, he wasn’t sure what to make of her. She dressed the part, but unlike Blaze, she didn’t smoke or show any interest in partying, and he got the sense that there was more to her than she was letting on. He wondered if she came from money. Made sense, right? Apartment in New York, house at the beach? Family had to have money to afford things like that. But… then again, there wasn’t a chance she’d fit in with people around here who had money, at least the ones he knew. So which one was it? And why did it matter?

Because he didn’t like people with money, didn’t like the way they flaunted it, and didn’t like the way they thought they were better than other people because of it. Once, before he’d dropped out, he’d heard a rich kid at school talking about the new boat he got for his birthday. It wasn’t a piece-of-crap skiff; this was a twenty-one-foot Boston Whaler with GPS and sonar, and the kid kept bragging about how he was going to use it all summer and dock it at the slips at the country club.

Three days later, Marcus set the boat on fire and watched it burn from behind the magnolia tree on the sixteenth green.

He’d told no one what he’d done, of course. Tell one person, and you might as well have confessed to the cops. Teddy and Lance were cases in point: Put them in a holding cell and they’d crumple as soon as the door clanged shut. Which was why he insisted they do all the dirty work these days. Best way to keep them from talking was to make sure they were even more guilty than he was. Nowadays, they were the ones who stole the booze, the ones who beat the bald guy unconscious at the airport before taking his wallet, the ones who painted the swastikas on the synagogue. He didn’t necessarily trust them, didn’t even particularly like them, but they always went along with his plans. They served a purpose.

Behind him, Teddy and Lance continued to act like the idiots they were, and with Ronnie gone, Marcus was antsy. He didn’t intend to sit here all night, doing nothing. After Blaze got back, after he ate his fries, he figured they’d go wandering. See what came up. Never knew what might happen in a place like this, on a night like this, in a crowd like this. One thing was certain: After a show, he always needed something… more. Whatever that meant.

Glancing over to the food booth, he saw Blaze paying for the fries, Ronnie right behind her. He stared at Ronnie, again willing her to turn his way, and eventually, she did. Nothing much, just a quick peek, but that was enough to make him wonder again what she’d be like in bed.

Probably wild, he thought. Most of them were, with the right kind of encouragement.