Gentry's Chance

Chapter 4. Single and Drunk

Taytum's POV

We already have a title for our book and a chapter. I actually came up with the title and Chance happened to like it. When I pull into the driveway I'm surprised to see Adam's car in my driveway. He's getting out as I pull up. I pull my car in beside his and get out. "Where have you been all night?" He asks. 

There is possessiveness in his tone that I can't ignore. I'm not a child or a piece of property. "None of your fucking business," I growl. 

He follows me to the front door. I walk into the house leaving the door open for him even though I want to slam it in his face. He grabs my arm and spins me into him. "Ugh," I grunt and look up at him. I pull my arm from him and stare at him. "Ow ya dick," I sneer. 

"Why are you being such a bitch, lately?" He growls. "I heard from Eli there is a new guy at school and you were flirting with him after school tonight.

My jaw drops. "You have your friends watching me?" I ask in shock. "What kind of sick shit is that?"

"I don't have them watch you Tay, Eli just happened to see you. Who the fuck is he? Is that where you were? With him?" He growls.

I clench my jaw. My nose flares in anger. "As a matter of fact, yes I was because we have an assignment we have to do together. I was not flirting with him I was getting his number so we could get together for the project you ass! Tell your buddies they're all full of shit!" I hiss. "Eli wouldn't know what flirting was if I flashed my tits at him. Which explains why the moron has no girlfriend!"

"Tell the teacher to assign you with someone else," Adam growls.

"I'm not doing shit," I huff. "You're not my boss. You know what? Get the fuck out!" I push him toward the door and he stumbles backward. 

"Alright!" He booms. "Fine you know what? Fuck you, I'm done! Don't even try crawling back to me either you dumb whore!" 

My hands fall to my side and I stare at him in disbelief. He throws the door open and slams it shut. It takes me a long time to wrap my head around what he just called me. "I need a drink," I mutter under my breath and stomp toward the kitchen. 

Normally, I wouldn't drink on a school night but I'm so frustrated. I'm tired of always feeling alone. I'm tired of thinking about my past. I'm sick of everyone treating me like some dumb blonde bimbo. I open the freezer taking out my aunt's Fireball. The large bottle is still completely full. If I'm lucky she'll just forget she had it in there. 

I don't waste time with no glasses. I take the cap off and take a big swig of it. It burns like hell but tastes so damn good. I hook my phone up to the Bluetooth speaker. The best way to get over stupid boys is music or so it works for me. 

Who the hell needs a man anyway? I don't. I light a cigarette and press play on Buy My Own Drink by Runaway June. I hold onto my bottle with my cigarette in the other hand. The music blares so loud it'll be amazing if someone doesn't call a cop on me. I turn all the lights on downstairs and begin dancing all around the house. I leave the song on repeat. By the time the bottle is halfway gone, I'm smashed. 

There is a sudden knock on the door. I gasp in horror running to the freezer and putting away the whiskey bottle. I try my best to straighten my clothes and wild curly blonde hair. I throw the door open breathlessly.

"Chance," I squeak. "What the hell are you-" I stutter and stumble slightly. I clear my throat awkwardly. "What are you doin' here?" I slur.

He steps through the door frame and I stumble again. He catches me by the arm as I fall sideways. I giggle as he catches me. "Are you fucking drunk?" He asks in disbelief. I grip onto his shirt to steady myself.

I give him my best innocent expression. "Shh," I hush. "No, I ain't," I slur. 

"Uh-huh," He chuckles. "I brought your purse back. You left it at my place. Your wallet was inside so I got your address off your ID."

"Oh," I breathe in his face still gripping onto his shirt. 

"You should like... go to bed, maybe?" He suggests arching one eyebrow. 

A giggle escapes me and I begin to fall. "Wouldn't you like to." My jaw drops in horror at what I said. "Oh no I didn't say that. 

He mashes his lips in a thin line trying hard not to laugh. "Um, yeah okay I'm gonna go," He chuckles. 

"Thanks for..." I trail off "my purse."

"Oh my god you're never going to believe what I heard-" A voice interrupts us. Chance and I are much closer than we should be as Chapin comes barreling through the door. 

"My bestie!" I squeal. I begin to head for Chapin but trip over Chance's foot. The floor is suddenly moving toward my face. Chance's arms wrap tightly around my waist to catch me.

"You bitch! You got drunk and single without me!" Chapin scolds me.

A giggle escapes me. "Um, okay. You are here so I am leaving," Chance says. 

"Thank you," I smile at him before he walks out the door. Chapin shuts the door behind Chance and turns slowly to face me.

"So it's true?" Chapin asks.

"Mmm," I hum. "It might be."

"You and Adam broke up?" She asks in shock.

"Yes," I sigh. We head for the living room and I plop down on the couch. 

"I can't believe you're drunk on a school night," Chapin laughs sitting beside me. "So give me the details. What happened?"

"Adam is an idiot that is what happened. He thought I was flirting with Chance," I grunt.

"Um from what I saw when I walked in I'd say Adam is right," She giggles.

"Ugh, I wasn't earlier today though! Besides I'm drunk and he is so fucking hot," I giggle burying my face into the pillow. 

"I'll give you that," Chapin laughs. "For real though you could have invited me!"

"There is still half a bottle in the freezer," I wiggle my eyebrows at her. She jumps from the couch and out of the living room. I'm going to stay right here and wait for her because I'm not sure if I'm sober enough to walk anymore. 

When she comes back she is already taking a swig. I laugh and take another sip of it. I mostly let her have it though because I'm already drunk. We talk about the boys in our school and some of the girls. Chapin is the best girl friend you could ever have. By the time midnight rolls around we're both smashed. We head up the stairs to my bedroom to go to bed.