Just Friends by Tiffany Pitcock

Author:Tiffany Pitcock
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

CHAPTER 18

Chance

Chance wanted a freaking drink. He wanted to be world-spinning drunk. His father had left, his mother was barely talking to him, his best friend had been so busy with her boyfriend that he hadn’t seen her since Christmas, and the cup in his hand was almost empty.

He hadn’t even wanted to come to Leslie’s stupid New Year’s Eve party, but he knew it wasn’t healthy to hang around his house anymore. He wanted out and he wanted free booze, so there he was.

People in Happy New Year hats and giant plastic glasses chatted away happily, but Chance couldn’t muster up any excitement. He had a sinking feeling that the new year was going to be even worse than the current one.

That feeling was basically confirmed when he spotted Drake setting aside his guitar and making his way through Leslie’s living room. Chance tried to slip into the hall unnoticed, but no such luck. Drake was making a beeline straight for him.

Chance chugged what was left of his mixed drink, putting on a fake smile. “Sellers,” he said by way of greeting. “You guys sound good tonight.”

“Have you seen Jenny?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“That’s right, I haven’t seen you around lately, Masters.” Drake smirked, taking a drink from his own cup. “I’ve been hanging at Jenny’s every day, but I haven’t run into you.”

Chance wanted to punch that self-satisfied smirk right off Drake’s smug little face. But he was determined not to let Drake get to him.

“Didn’t want to cut into her boyfriend time,” he muttered.

“I appreciate that,” Drake went on, “because things are going great for us. Really great, actually. Spectacularly great. However great you’re thinking right now, it’s going even better.”

There was something about Drake’s tone that made Chance pause, unconsciously crushing the Solo cup still gripped in his hand.

“So, you’re going to have to keep hanging back, got it, Masters?”

Chance’s eyes narrowed as he turned to face Drake directly. “I don’t know what you’re trying to say here, Drake, but we’re both important to Jenny. As long as she needs me, I’m not going anywhere. You got a problem?”

Drake laughed. “Oh no, I’m so scared of you right now. I already told you that things are going great. Super great, Masters. In fact, I don’t see that she needs you at all.”

Chance’s hand balled into a fist at his side, his fingernails leaving half-moon imprints in his palm. He was going to punch something—the wall, Drake, that stupid band kid walking past talking way too loudly about Supernatural, whatever got in his way first.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chance said through clenched teeth. Jenny would hate me for punching her boyfriend, he reminded himself. She loves Drake and she hates violence.

Drake laughed again, an annoying throaty sound, before walking off.

He thought about what Drake had told him and his stomach churned. If Jenny had decided to—to—I can’t even think it—then that was her decision and definitely wasn’t something Drake should be brandishing like a weapon, as if to prove that he’d “won” her.

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