CHANCE | ✔

6| Callista

Your emotions are either your most powerful allies or your most fearsome enemies. 

Hiraeth 
(n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past 

Monday — September 4, 2023 

My eyes widen once again ever so slightly once recognition settled in. It's her; the girl Chance — Ambrose — had been screwing yesterday at the party before he stormed in and uprooted my life. 

A strange feeling settles into my gut. 

Something that I have no business feeling. 

And then it dawns on me. The what-the-fuck moment that makes me wish the earth would open up and swallow me whole because I'd just shamelessly done what I'd done and someone had been watching all along. Every moment of it. 

My throat bobs as I swallow, the salty, bitter tang of Chance's release still coating my tongue. It makes me want to chop it off and toss it into fire. 

She picks her fallen mascara off the floor and tucks it into her purse. 

I cast a quick glance at Chance but his face betrays not a hint of emotion. The vulnerability in his gaze is gone, replaced by a collected, slightly annoyed demeanor. I tear my eyes away before I start analyzing his features once again and look back at the blonde. 

What am I even supposed to say? 

Lord, give me the strength to survive this. 

A subtle smirk plays on the girl's lips as her eyes bounce between the two of us. 

"Having the new girl give you head in the bathroom, Chance?" She says with surprising coolness in her tone. "How scandalous." 

I narrow my eyes at her.  

She saunters over to Chance and throws her arms around his neck, completely disregarding my existence. "It's the first day, babe, lay it off." She giggles and plants a kiss on his cheek. 

The feeling in my gut intensifies as I stare at them. 

His hands wrap around her back and slowly pull her off him. "Not here, Sabrina." He mutters, shooting a glance at me. 

A scowl paints itself on my face. 

She turns to look at me. "Right." She says flatly, dropping her gaze to the crushed twenty on the floor. I stiffen as I stare at the note and look at Chance with the same defeated look of disbelief that said what-the-fuck-were-you-thinking. Slash why-the-fuck-would-you-do-that. 

He doesn't give me a reaction. 

"You know," The blonde chirps, lazily walking back to where she'd been standing this whole time and spying on both me and Chance, "You should be thankful I was here. You two seemed to be way too lost in your sex-induced world to notice the number of times the door had opened. I sent them all away with a glare before they could enter." She says with a proud smile, drumming her fingers on the closed door next to her that leads to the hallways. "That would have led to a very scandalous start." The jab is directed at me. 

A very scandalous start, my head replies. 

I open my mouth to say something but she beats me to it. 

"Well, come on now!" She says looking at Chance, grabbing his arm and trudging him along. "Everyone's probably wondering where we are." 

I watch motionlessly as she whisks him away, wrapping her arms around his side and leaning her head on his shoulder. Unlike me, she was tall, past Chance's shoulders.