CHANCE | ✔

21| Chance/Callista

It's amazing how someone can break your heart, and you can still love them with all the little pieces. 
— Ella Harper 

Obloquy 
(n.) verbal abuse directed against a person or thing; detraction, calumny, slander 

Chance 

Thursday — September 7, 2023 

Last night, I was losing my mind over the memory of Callista on her knees and working absolute magic with her tongue and throat and lips. Which isn't all that surprising, because that girl aces everything she does: the good, and the bad. 

Now, as I walk out of my room in my uniform to endure another painstaking day of school, all I can think of is if my parents are alright. 

They didn't make an appearance this morning, and as Adella makes me breakfast, she tells me that they're fine, unhurt, just a little drained, and need rest. She shoots me a pointed look that says I should leave them alone for now. 

I snatch a green apple from the fruit basket and bite down on it. 

My alter ego, on the other hand, tells me to damn what she says to hell and barge into their room and see for myself if they're fine, and then ask them what happened. 

Adella walks me to the front door like I'm a dog on a leash, tells me to go to school, no detours, don't fuck around with Callista Willow/Huxley, tosses my car keys to me, then slams the door shut on my face. 

I grit my teeth at the discourtesy, but then again — I was being an insufferable parasite by leeching onto her and bleeding her dry for answers, so I suppose it makes sense that she'd want to throw me out. 

Besides, if something's really wrong, she'll tell me, even if my parents ask her not to. I decide to trust her on this. 

My body is still aching from my fight with Drake last night, so I take my time driving to school with the windows rolled down, the morning air teasing me with chills. 

I see a brunette girl on her phone walking down the pavement, earphones plugged into her ears, and that organ in my chest does something strange. I drive past her and realize she's not the girl I thought she was and I sag in my seat. 

I'm already done with the day. 

I park my Corvette and walk toward the school building, but fate is weaving other plans for me without my consent. I'm looking down at my phone while walking, and three seconds later, I crash into someone. 

"Fucking—" My iPhone slips from my fingers and falls to the ground. 

An apology to whoever I walked into is at the tip of my tongue until I right myself when I realize Callista is the one I walked into. The one who walked into me. 

Her green eyes blink in puzzlement before she swallows as she looks up at me. 

And the day hasn't even officially begun. 

"Hey, trouble." 

I'm surprised by how blasé my voice sounds, and I remind myself of who I'm talking to. 

Marcus manifests abruptly from the lord knows where looking like he pressed the wrong button and landed in an alternate universe. Then the shit-eating smugness is back on his face. 

"Sorry," Callista mumbles, drawing my attention back to her, and then she attempts to walk around me, but this girl gives me a rush that I wouldn't be able to describe at knifepoint, so my hand darts out in a trice and grabs her arm before she can leave.