Stalker?

Damon

I yawn as I walk through the club, turning off all the lights. Tonight was pretty intense, but it’s not the worst one we have had. I get to the end of the hallway and stop as my cell phone rings; I look at the caller ID and sigh as I see Mikey’s name pop up.

“Hey, Man. Is everything okay? Did you get Jessica home okay?” I ask in a hurry. I am curious if anything happened, and I know he knows.

Silence.

“Mikey, are you there?”

“Yeah, I got her home,” he pauses, “And before three AM.” He adds. I smile- knowing he is telling me this, so I know nothing physical happened. Mikey is a good friend, but I also know Jessica isn’t that kind of girl.

“Are you headed home now?” I ask casually, not to give my jealousy away.

“Yeah, and you?” he asks.

I flip the last switch off and reach into my pocket, grabbing my keys, “Yeah, I’m headed home too. Tabby is waiting for me,” I say mischievously, but I have already texted her, telling her to go home.

It just doesn’t feel right. Not anymore.

“Per