The Trouble With Stacey - Chapter 3

'Calm down, miss. Just tell us what happened.' said the policeman. I had worked myself into hysterics so as to make everything sound believable. I tried not to notice how handsome the policeman was as I told him the story about the kidnapper. He had the deepest, brownest eyes I'd ever seen. The policeman, I mean, not the kidnapper! Even his name was sexy - Senior Constable Musgrove. Mmm, sexy.

'So you came into the bedroom and the man was dragging the Johnanssen girl away?' he asked.

I nodded. I couldn't tell if he believed me or not. For the hundredth time I wished I was with my friends. Especially Claudia.

Claudia Kishi is my best friend in the whole world. She's cool and a great artist and she even designs some of her own clothes. She's Japanese-American so she's really hot, and we even shared a brief affair before I started going out with Wes. Lesbianism wasn't for me though, however Claudia's recently been sleeping with a girl doing fashion at the local community college. I was jealous at first but she explained that nothing could come between our friendship.

Kristy is the president of the BSC. She's a great friend too, but sometimes a little too serious for me and Claud. She also has really terrible dress sense. She usually wears just jeans, sneakers and really ugly sweaters. Sometimes I wonder if she's a lesbian too! And its not as if she can't afford nice clothes either, her mum married a real life millionaire and they live in a mansion. Talk about lucky!

Speaking of frustrated lesbians, we've got another friend called Dawn Schafer who Claud and I refer to as TDH or 'The Dirty Hippie'. A couple or years ago she was almost bearable, into health food and recycling but still pretty cool. Now she's just a freak. For example her style used to be what we called Californian Casual. Now she only wears hemp (and I'm pretty sure smokes it too). And she's a vegan. She also uses this diaper arrangement instead of tampons (ew!) which is just gross.

Oh yeah, and she doesn't bathe regularly and she's cultivating a head of dreadlocks. Not the cool ones that black people have but the ones that come from not washing your hair for twelve months. She's also so incompetent that we had to make her the Alternate Officer which is one of those job titles that doesn't actually mean anything.

Dawn's best friend is Mary-Anne who I was talking about earlier. That's Mary-Anne Spier our secretary. She's known for being quiet and conservative and she's also known for having a long-term boyfriend Logan Bruno, who's a babysitter, and associate member. I'm the one who convinced Mary-Anne to sneak through Logan's window in the middle of the night to have sex with him. It's been a long time coming but now she talks of nothing else. Mary-Anne the sex fiend – who would have thought?

We've got some other friends who aren't proper members of the club like Logan because they're either too masculine, too black, too ugly or all three. So that's the club, not perfect but they're my friends.

'So you came into the bedroom and the man was dragging the Johanssen girl away?' asked Senior Constable Musgrove.

'Yes, and it had nothing to do with Wesley Ellenberg. I haven't see him for years.' I blurted out. I suddenly realised that might sound weird. I smiled weakly at the police officer as he raised his right eyebrow.

To be continued...