Oh, My, Addison

SPINOFF - Blaire's Story - Gambling It All

author's note: 

I've decided to complete the trio and give Blaire a story. Her story will be set almost four years in the future during an impromptu girls' vacation to Las Vegas. I'm copying/pasting the Prologue here in case you are interested! 

This story will be much shorter than IHY and OMA and have some adult, mature themes. While it is a spin-off with your favorite characters, I'm going to still try to have it focus on Blaire - who, up to this point you don't know that much about her back story. Enjoy! 

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First and foremost, I'd just like to say that going to Las Vegas for a weekend trip was not my idea. Therefore, any poor decisions made that end up in any of us in a hospital, in a jail cell, or potentially in a grave are not associated with me whatsoever.

Now, was I the reason why the trip was being launched in the first place? Perhaps. But if you were going to pin the blame on someone, then technically it would be on my boyfriend, Chad - or I guess, ex-boyfriend now.

But according to my friend, Addison, who started this whole fiasco in the first place - it was my fault for dating a boy named Chad, because according to her - "you just never date a boy named Chad." Yet, that was Addison talking, and no one ever really understood what she said unless you were on drugs or something similar to that existential level.

So now, I was currently being driven to the hotel we would be staying at for five whole days.

Yep, you heard me right. I was going on a trip with my best friends for five whole days.

In Las Vegas.

I tapped my fingers on my knee impatiently. On the app, it said it would only take six minutes to get to the hotel so I could meet with everyone. However, due to the Vegas traffic, it's currently been twenty-two minutes at a standstill due to the overwhelming amount of people in the city. Plus, Adrienne and June had to pick the fanciest hotel in the whole city. Specifically, June was the one that picked it out and claimed that the expensive atmosphere will heal "my newly broken heart."

Oh, by now you must be wondering - what the fuck happened with Chad? Welp, here's what happened with Chad.

We've actually been - or, we were dating for a full year. It was to the point where things started to get serious like signing gym memberships together and even thinking about raising a puppy. I thought Chad was sweet, minus his whole obsession with muscle toning that he had to do for at least six hours a day. He was sweet as in he'd come to my apartment with Chinese or Italian take-out, pick out a romantic comedy movie that I knew he secretly loved, and then make love to each other in my cheap ass apartment.

It was definitely the college dream, and while I may have been head over heels for this loser - I guess I missed the most obvious signs.

Turns out, the only reason why our dates consisted of only being in my apartment, was because he was also fucking my roommate six months into our relationship. Apparently, after he would stay the night, and I would go to my morning classes - he'd just hop on over to my roommate, Sicily, and just go to town with her.

Yeah, and that wasn't the worst part. I only recently found out about the incident, because my professor suffered from a heat stroke while examining pea plants in the greenhouse that day. Naturally, with an hour to spare before my next class, I thought it would be cute to pick up an early morning low-carb, whole grain, multi-seed bagel (that was his favorite, I don't eat that shit) and surprise my boyfriend before I sat through three more stupid classes.

Except, as I walked into my apartment, I was met with Chad balls deep in Sicily's cooch on the dining room table.

And do you know what made it worse?

Chad finished when he made eye contact with me, who was in complete heartbreak and shock as I found out that he was fucking my roommate!

I couldn't even react right in the situation. I was so disgusted with the scene before me, and the paper bag filled with his stupid, healthy bagel felt like fire in my hands. The only thing I really remember was slamming the apartment door closed, running down to a park down the street, and stuffing my face with the stupid bagel.

It wasn't even good, but it was a ten dollar bagel. I had to eat it.

Oh, and you thought it couldn't get worse from here, right? Well, wrong again - because after returning that night, Chad and Sicily both sat me down for a talk.

Yes, a talk - even though I should've been committing murder. They wanted to talk "seriously," because they felt that their sexual relationship had reached a whole new, other-worldly level that they decided to move in together.

In the same apartment.

As a couple.

So, I had two weeks to pack my shit and get out.

Therefore, naturally, instead of actively looking for apartments nearby Oregon University, I called upon my best friends in California and Michigan to help a girl out. They all responded with excitement, dropped all plans they had, and booked plane tickets, a hotel, and events for five days in Vegas.

I'm secretly wishing that I was still in Oregon looking for apartments.

Because this wasn't going to end well.