Page 19 of Chance
“Sammy!”Another knock, louder, insistent.
“Samara Reid!”This voice was a little more desperate.“I can’t use the men’s room.Some guy just came out of there scratching his junk.”
Gross.
Sympathetic to the women waiting for the toilet, I rushed to unlock the door.As soon as it clicked, Monroe and Mila rushed in, Demi right behind them.There actually was a line that had formed in the secluded hall where the bathrooms were located.
At least eight other women were waiting.Seeing me standing on the other side of the door, some of them started whispering to each other.I didn’t want to walk by them alone, so I stood there, waiting for my new friends, missing my sister more than ever.
When I’d picked Chance, Evy had picked Reid just as I’d hoped.Because her picking him, going home with him instead of staying to watch over me, was her finally putting herself first.No one deserved happiness as much as my twin.Not a single damn person.She was the one who’d fought for me, us, and our lives together.Evy had sacrificed parts of herself that she could never get back.
That didn’t mean I’d magically stopped needing her, though.And I sure as hell needed her now.Those girls in line outside the bathroom were sending me snide looks that I was not confident would give me warm and fuzzies.
More like angina.
Or a beatdown.
“Oh, sorry, Demi,” Sammy called as the blonde half sprinted to the nearest stall.“If I’d known it was you, I would have opened the door.”
“Liar,” Mila huffed then moaned, cutting off whatever scolding she was about to give Sammy.
“I told you we should have gotten Abi to knock,” Monroe complained.“I nearly peed myself.”
“Crybaby,” Sammy muttered, rolling her eyes.Finished checking herself in the mirror, Sammy skipped over to me.Threading her arm through mine, she walked with me out of the bathroom.
We’d barely taken four steps out of the bathroom, and I heard the women who were whispering none too subtly.“Chance is gonna fuck her tonight.”
They were talking about me.
“Lucky bitch.He’s the only reason I came here tonight.I wanted a repeat of last Saturday night.Girl, we didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before I had his dick in my mouth.”
My stomach bottomed out, my gut twisting.Along with my heart.Jealousy burned through me, like the blast of a volcano, the lava melting my insides, making it physically hurt to breathe.
“I hooked up with him Tuesday night,” another girl reminisced, her whisper containing a note that was wistful, nostalgic, and some other emotion I wasn’t familiar with.“He never hooks up with the same girl twice, but I’m going to keep trying.That dick is worth it.”
Stupid tears stung my eyes.
He’d hooked up with someone as recently as Tuesday.Of this week.Only a few days before, Chance had hooked up with someone different, on Saturday.Every time, he was with a new girl.
Did I think I was different?
His dad had basically told me if I wanted to keep his son, I’d have to hold on tight.Like a freaking clinger—like these girls who had been fucked and discarded and now were skulking around in hopes of another trip to pound town?
If I went home with him, like I still very much wanted to, I would eventually be one of those girls standing in line.Going to Hannigans’ and being stalkerish, just for a glimpse of him, a meager ounce of affection he might bestow on me.
Evie
Sammy turned her head,snarling something in a language that was so familiar, yet I couldn’t understand a single word.Was that Russian?
Hehad spoken to me in Russian that night.
More memories flooded in, invading my head, drawing me back to the day I’d almost ended everything.Thinking of the events of that fateful day was easier than hearing other girls whisper about how much they had enjoyed Chance’s dick.How much they still craved him.
Nearly deleting my own existence was an easier memory to face than my current reality.
Pathetic.
It wasn’t William’s taunting voice berating me this time, but my own.Abi had forewarned me that Chance was popular.I should have listened.
