Soon, others arrived: first Ted, Owen’s neighbor in Watson Hall. Ted was just six months shy of being able to procure beer on his own. He had big calloused hands from summer construction jobs and a thick Jersey accent. Drunk Luna always wondered what those hands might feel like on her body, but she could see that other women had the same idea and was never able to get him alone.
Another dozen or so coeds of various degrees of acquaintance to Owen and Luna arrived before midnight. Owen controlled the music with a handful of CD mixes assembled just for the festivities. Luna had veto power and would remove any disc from the player when Coldplay came on. Owen took to pressing the SKIP button when he’d see her approach, mostly because she had a habit of ejecting a disc and snapping it in half.
“Why?” Luna would say every time she heard her nemesis, as if the popularity of the band was among the great mysteries of the universe. Owen barely liked Coldplay; he just liked seeing Luna’s focused passion against them.
When Scarlet Hayes entered the party, the room quieted for just a second. From the moment Scarlet arrived on campus, people—mostly men—took note. It wasn’t just the long legs, plump lips, and shiny auburn hair, which had to be a dye job to match the name. Scarlet had swagger, a seeming confidence uncommon among women of her age. The swagger turned out to be fake, but it was attractive all the same. She was also nice. Everyone thought so back then. Turned out, that was fake as well.
Scarlet first rested her gaze on Luna, then stealthily clocked Owen’s location. She sat on the table next to Luna and put her arm around her.
“Hey, Luna. How are you doing?” Scarlet asked.
“I don’t know. What have you heard?” Luna said.
Luna was stoned. Very, very stoned.
Luna heard something ringing. It sounded just like Owen’s phone. This is going to be a thing, Luna thought, people ringing all the time.
“Is that you?” Scarlet asked.
“Never,” Luna said.
“It’s me,” Scarlet said, reaching into her purse and answering the call. “Hi, Mom. I can’t talk now. I can’t hear you. I really can’t hear you. I’ll call you tomorrow. Didn’t hear that either. I’m saying goodbye now.”
“Owen has one of those,” Luna said. “Doesn’t it bother you, people being able to contact you all the time?”
“Sometimes it’s a drag,” Scarlet said. “My mother calls a lot. If I don’t answer, she keeps calling. But once, I got lost driving home from the city, and all I had to do was call my dad and he gave me directions.”
Luna was about to suggest getting a good set of maps, when she spotted Owen, cornered by Amber and Bobbi. His panic was on full display.
“You should save him,” Luna said.
She said it because she saw the way Owen’s eyes glazed over into lust whenever Scarlet was in range. She said it because she saw how Scarlet wasn’t entirely Scarlet in front of Owen, as if she was holding back, pretending that she felt nothing. She said it because watching the charged energy between them made her uneasy. A girlfriend would alter the essential ingredient of their relationship. Luna struggled to imagine whether the new recipe would even work.
“Why don’t you save him?” Scarlet said.
“Because he wants you to,” Luna said. “You like him, don’t you?”
“Not sure. I need more data to decide.”
“Then go collect some.”
Scarlet eyed Luna suspiciously and jumped off the table.
En route to Owen, Scarlet passed Ted. Ted took Scarlet’s seat. His thigh brushed against Luna’s. She felt a rush of heat. Luna took a sip of her drink. She had a sense that she wasn’t experiencing time in the usual fashion, because after the next sip, the drink was almost dead.
“Would you look at that,” Luna said. “I need a refill already.”
“Don’t go anywhere,” Ted said.
“Where would I go?” she said.
Luna looked over at Owen and Scarlet. The ABCs were in retreat. Scarlet and Owen whispered in each other’s ears as if they were in a loud concert hall.
Luna didn’t notice Mason until he hopped onto the table next to her. They exchanged heys. Luna quickly remembered their appointment for a later conversation. She wanted it done, whatever it was.
“What did you want to ask me, Mason?”
“Uhhh,” Mason said.
Briefly, Luna thought it had slipped his mind, which meant it wasn’t the subject she feared.
“Not here,” Mason said.