Just agree

“CCL always helps the community,” you chirp. It’s true. CCL does tons of charity work and volunteering. It’s the only thing that the sorority has been in the papers for recently. No weird stuff. That’s thanks to Amy and Ingrid, who are taking the sisterhood in a more wholesome direction. Still fun, but not as edgy. At least, that’s the idea.

“I appreciate that,” Lopez says, getting to her feet. “I just want to look around a little.”

“OK,” you agree, standing up. You expect her to go to the door, but it looks like… she actually meant your room. Not your stuff, but the room itself.

“So you know about some of the big headlines to come out of this place,” she says as she works, peeking behind picture frames and looking in the wardrobe.

“Sure,” you say. “Everyone does.”

“But I bet you don’t know that three people have disappeared in this house.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she says, kneeling to look under the bed.

“How did they disappear here?”

“As in, this was the last place they were known to be,” she explains patiently.

“Oh.” No, you… didn’t know about that. Three people? Yikes. That seems bad.

“You didn’t know about that?”

“No, I didn’t,” you reply. You aren’t trying to act cool anymore. This lady sees through you.

“Yeah. You aren’t the most observant.”

“Excuse me?” you say, bristling.

Lopez points at the wall, just above an art print of two women fingering each other.

“What?”

“Look, kid.”

You join her and… oh gosh! There’s a hole in the wall. It’s so small, and it’s in the shadow of the wardrobe, so you wouldn’t notice it.

“Motherfuckers,” you mutter.

“Who’s over there?” Lopez asks.

“Sun.”

“Hmm.” Lopez leans past you and puts her eye to the hole to look. After a moment she pulls back, and you take her place.

You can totally see into Sun’s room! And she can see into yours.

She’s there! She’s sitting on her bed with a textbook in her hands, and wearing nothing but a pair of headphones. That’s pretty normal for Sun… she only puts on clothes to go outside. You lick your lips, distracted by the sight of her nude body when she’s clearly unaware. You have a feeling this hole was here long before Sun ever took that room. She probably doesn’t spy on you. If she even knows about this thing, she’s hoping someone will spy on her.

Like you are right now, your eyes roving her skinny, smooth body. She’s shaved down there, and everything about her is so neat and… weirdly cool, even her flat chest and dark, tiny nips. It’s funny that Sun hates clothes so much, because she is the sharpest dresser in all of CCL. Nobody has more style than her. You’ve pictured yourself on her arm once or twice because of that. She’s also more mature than most of the others.

You watch her absently brush back a lock of her short, glossy black hair. She’s a good neighbor. You never hear noises from this wall that keep you up all night. Not that you mind hearing some sexy noises sometimes.

You’re distracted. You shake it off and turn your attention back to Lopez.

“You think Sun committed a crime?”

“Not at all,” she replies.

“OK, good.” You like Sun. “Do you think someone here committed one?”

“Are you interrogating me now?” Lopez asks.

“Would you like that?” you ask with a flirty look.

“Jesus,” she says, going to the door and opening it. “Come on.”

You join her, but you both stop in the hallway. The noise from downstairs is… pretty hard to ignore. It’s a lot of drunken cheering. Oh God… you just know it. They’re initiating someone downstairs. They must’ve seen their chance when Lopez wandered off and gone for it.

“So, uh… what were you wanting to look at?” you ask, taking Lopez’s hand.

“Um,” she says. “Well, is there anywhere in this house that you aren’t supposed to go?”

The cheering downstairs gets louder.

Hmm… tough question. Not supposed to go? Not really. The only place that nobody ever goes is the attic. But, should you really just play ball with this cop?

Tell her about the attic?

Or suggest that you go check out whatever’s going on downstairs?