CHANCE | ✔

9| Chance

We were given people to love and things to use. But we use people and cherish things. 

Razbliuto 
(n.) the sentimental feeling you have about someone you once loved but no longer do 

Monday — September 4, 2023 

"Sabrina, get your fucking ass in the car already." 

Curse the stars for letting her talk — fuck — me into being her DD. All I needed tonight was to get shitfaced enough to crush any and every thought of Callista that was in my head. And now, I have no choice but to deal with the aftermath of my actions, sober. 

I grit my teeth as Sabrina takes her time strolling over, sweet-talking the gardener tending to the rose bushes that line the front gates of her house. 

How much of that smile is real and how much is fake, I don't know, but what I do know is that if she doesn't cut the crap and get in here right now, I'm going to get out and haul her in myself. To hell if her father catches me manhandling his daughter. 

She casts a sultry glance at me and then turns her back to me again to whisper something into the man's ear that has him forcing himself to school his features into neutrality. I roll my eyes. 

"Took you long enough," I mutter when she finally drops her ass in the car, restarting the engine before she can shut the passenger door, and race down the streets. 

"Really? Damn, I thought I was quicker than the last time." Her hot pink lips stretch into a grin as she checks her reflection in the wing mirror and runs her hands through her blonde strands. 

I snort and pull into a clearing several meters away from the crowd. The place is about two miles from her house, and her father practically owns the land. 

She grabs my wrist as I reach to unlock the door and pulls me back. 

"You let one shot make its way down your throat and get behind the wheel, and you'll find yourself unable to continue your legacy," she warns, raising her eyebrow at me expectantly for an answer. 

"Yeah, whatever," I say, shrugging her hand off. 

She tosses her phone into the center console and, before I can ask, says, "No pockets. So don't you fucking dare leave without telling me." 

I don't reply, because she knows I know I'll have to face her wrath tomorrow in school if I do dare to leave her stranded. 

I head over to where Marcus is howling with laughter like the piece of fuckshit he is and clap him on the back, causing him to choke on his beer and whirl around. 

"Fucking hell, man, you want me to die or what?" he says once his wheezing passes, and elbows me in the ribs. 

I curl my lips in distaste as I stared at the dogcrap he's chugging down. "Honestly, I don't even know why I bother with you sometimes." He laughs, unaffected, and goes back to narrating his dream orgy — what the fuck? — to the crowd. 

I probably should listen so that I can set it up for his birthday next month, even though most of the details are weird as fuck, but fuck it. I need a drink, and I can't even have one. 

Almost as if the universe is mocking me, Sawyer thrusts a drink into my hands. 

"Vodka with a little bit of magic." He winks. Sawyer is probably the most decent out of the bunch, I have to admit. 

Then again, I might be just a little bit biased. 

"Thanks," I mumble tipping the drink into Marcus' mug before he can refill it with the gagshit he claims to like.