Nothing Lasts Forever

Roofie

JACQUE'S POV: 

"Do you have the stuff?" I asked Chantel. 

Ah Chantel. 

Chantel Jeffries

My ride or die bitch. 

A smokin' hot bitch at that.

My best friend. 

We've known each other ever since the third grade.

We always had eachother's back through every single situation. 

She even has a thing for Justin. 

"Yeah, here," she handed me two pills, "I had a friend of mine from Miami who made them for me, put it in your clutch." 

I unzipped my clutch and placed it in there zipping it back up. 

"Thanks girl," I smiled, "Now when everything is all said and done, I'm gonna call you and your ass better be there before I get caught, got it?"

"Got it," she nodded.

"In fact, stand by the bathroom area just to make sure no one comes by and then I'll call you, but play it off alright?" I instructed.

"I got it," she said. 

"Alright, now all I gotta do is search for that bitch," I snarled. 

She chuckled, "Alright, I'm gonna go somewhere, just call me."

I nodded and then she walked away. 

I hope this plan works. 

I looked throughout the whole venue in search for McKayshla. 

Where the hell could that bumb bitch be?

I kept looking around and I spotted her at the bar. 

I smirked and walked up to the bar standing right next to her.

"Give me two cherry cokes with Bacardi please," I spoke up. 

The bartender nodded and started working on the drinks. 

I felt her side-eying me. 

The bartender gave me two drinks. 

I faced her, "So, nice party huh?" I handed her the drink.

"Thanks?" she hesitantly took the drink. 

"Don't worry there's nothing in it," I joked. 

Yet, I thought to myself. 

She made a soft chuckle and took a quick sip.

It was awkwardly silent. 

I then saw that she put her head down fumbling with her ring. 

I opened my clutch and took a tip and gave it to the bartender. 

I saw the white circled substance in my purse.

What should I do? Think Jacque, how do I slip this roofie in her drink? 

It took me a couple seconds, but I got a plan. 

I took the white pill out of my clutch and kept a good grip of it in the palm of my hand. 

I saw her take another sip of her drink. 

I purposely dropped my clutch, but made it look believable. 

"Oops," I spoke sincerely, I went down to get it, but she stopped me.