On Friday morning there is another random guy in Marcus’s kitchen. Another one. Even after what happened yesterday, with the peanut butter, and the look. The look Marcus has been thinking about all day, and all night, tossing restlessly in his sagging single bed. Esca’s eyes. All dark and wanting. Esca’s lips. Esca.
The random guy is drinking coffee. Marcus’s coffee. Marcus’s nice, expensive coffee that his Uncle brought him back from Italy. From Marcus’s mug. Something inside Marcus snaps.
“Right, that’s enough!” he shouts. “I don’t care what your name is, or what you study, I just want you to put down my coffee and get out of my house. Get out. Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout.”
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On Friday morning there is another random guy in Marcus’s kitchen. Another one. Even after what happened yesterday, with the peanut butter, and the look. The look Marcus has been thinking about all day, and all night, tossing restlessly in his sagging single bed. Esca’s eyes. All dark and wanting. Esca’s lips. Esca.
The random guy is drinking coffee. Marcus’s coffee. Marcus’s nice, expensive coffee that his Uncle brought him back from Italy. From Marcus’s mug. Something inside Marcus snaps.
“Right, that’s enough!” he shouts. “I don’t care what your name is, or what you study, I just want you to put down my coffee and get out of my house. Get out. Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout.”