Lady Luck (A Chase Elliott Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

It's none other than Livi standing there with me in the alleyway.

"You scared the shit outta me," I reveal, turning around and resting my hands on my knees. Honestly, between Shannon and this, I've lost a couple of years off my life tonight. I'm ready to get back to the no drama halfpipe. At least I don't have to worry about girls trying to murder me there. But for right now, I think I'd just like to blow this popcorn stand and crawl into my bed.

I'm curious about one thing though. "Where did you disappear off to? My shot of Jack was nowhere to be found," I question her, casually leaning against the brick wall of the opposite building. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. It's cold out here.

"I had to go down to the cellar to grab another bottle, we were out," she explains. "I was coming back up when I heard y'alls commotion. Do you want to tell me what that's all about, cowboy?" she asks, pointing behind her. "Do y'all typically have women who look like angry mama bears, stalk you to bars?" she asks, hands coming to rest on her hips.

I let out a chuckle at her comment. It does sound totally ridiculous when she puts it like that. And what's up with her calling me cowboy all the time? I'm a west coast boy through and through. Not that I mind it but still, it's kinda weird.

"It's a long story," I tell her. Her eyes meet mine in the dim light of the alley. We stare at each other for a few moments before she looks away. Did we just have a moment or was that my imagination? I've always thought Livi was pretty but I have no idea if she feels the same about me.

"Suit yourself," she answers. "I gotta get back to work. Good luck with all of that." She turns back towards the door and tries the handle. It doesn't move.

"Shit," she mutters. This time she pulls on it more forcefully but it still won't budge. This feels a little bit awkward, especially since she seemed to be in such a hurry to get away from me.

I walk over to the door. "Here, let me try." Livi moves out of the way to give me room.

I work out, surely this door is no match for Chase Elliott. I crack my neck back and forth in preparation. Alright, time to engage beast mode. 

Grasping the handle, I give it a yank. 

Nothing happens. What the fuck?

Using both hands and more of my body weight, I pull again. There's a clicking noise but it still doesn't shift open. Argh. The thing must be made out of solid steel and weigh at least fifty pounds. I give one final jerk. Nothing.

"Yup, this thing's not going anywhere," I sigh, stepping away.

"I don't understand," Livi groans, pacing around and wringing her hands. "This's never happened before..." she trails off. Suddenly, she freezes, looking up at me with an expression of pure panic on her face. "No," she exclaims, rushing over to the door. She starts frantically searching the ground right by the handle.

"What're you doing?" I step back and watch her. I really think Livi has lost her mind, which is a shame cause she seemed like a nice girl. It's really sad I only seem to attract the crazy ones.

"Lookin' for this," she explains, holding up what appears to be a small metal piece.

"I don't understand," I confess. I've never been much of a handyman but the sinking feeling in my gut is telling me that little doohickey is probably pretty important.

"What is that?" I ask, squinting in the low light. I can just barely see whatever it is glinting in her hand.

"This, my friend is the pin to the lock," she explains matter of factly, examining the part closely.

"Okay...but what does that mean?" I exclaim, frustrated. She's not giving me anything to work with here. Does Livi think I'm some kind of mind reader? Cause I'm sure as hell not.

"It means, Chase, we're fucked," she says, bursting into tears. 

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Well. Sounds like Chase's night just got worse AND now he has to deal with a crying Livi. It doesn't seem like Chase has shaken his bad luck yet! New chapter tomorrow!