One More Chance

Chapter 4: Her Plan

~Baby, I dream of you every minute. You're in my dreams, you're always in it. That's the only place I know where you could be mine and I'm yours, ‘till I wake up. Why can't it be? Why can't it be the two of us?~~~

-Kaye Cal--

"I'm gonna bring you home and talk to Mom and Dad about the stupid things you've been doing!”

I tried to pull my hand back and stop him from dragging me to the parking lot, but the only thing I could do was ‘try’. "Haha, go ahead, I'm sure they won't believe you.” I raised an eyebrow, too confident with the words I said.

He stopped from opening the passenger side, grinning. "Who says they won't believe me if I ask Luke to confirm my statement? Not to mention the security guards and some of the students who witnessed your stupid things.”

I gulped. That was when a smile left my lips. Samantha's POV: “Gosh, Jackeline Agustine, hurry up! For sure the plane won't wait for us!" I screamed, holding the handle of my bag.

My eyebrows are in a straight line as I wait for Jack in the living room. Today is my flight, or I should say ‘our flight’ back to San Francisco. I don't know what comes to her mind as she suddenly decided to come with me.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

A few minutes later, she came out with two large travel bags in her hand.

"Goodness--- don't tell me you also bring your room with you?" I sarcastically asked when I noticed that aside from the twa large bags, she also has a not-so-large shoulder bag.

"Oh, actually, I'm also thinking of taking the whole apartment with me to San Francisco." She winked.

"Haha... funny!" I snort, rolling my eyes on her which she just returned with a loud laugh that echoed almost throughout the living room. "Come on, I don’t want to be late for my daughter's party tonight.”

"Don't worry because New York is 3 hours ahead of San Francisco, so we still have a few hours to rest and get ready for the party. Haist! If it weren't for my adorable Cali, I wouldn't step back to San Francisco---"

"And see my brother again." I interrupted her, with a known smile playing on my lips

"Hmmp! Oh, you're absolutely right. Your chauvinist brother is one of the reasons why I don't want to go back to San Francisco.” "If so, what made you decide to come with me when you know there's a possibility that you might see him at the party?"

"I told you, it's because of your daughter. You know how much I love Cali too. She's an adorable and sweet little girl."

“Oops! Don’t you ever say that in front of her."

"Yes, I know. She no longer wants anyone to call her a baby or anyone girl because she thinks she's a grown-up girl. Hmmp! Like mother, like daughter... so stubborn!"

Our way to the airport was filled with laughter and some memories of the past.

At our favourite fast-food restaurant 7 years ago... "What the heck! Are you fucking insane, Samantha?" That was Jack's first reaction when I told her about my plan of seducing Luke to the next level "Well, I have no choice, Jack."

"What are you talking about you have no choice? You have all the choices in the world to stop your craziness over Luke Williams, otherwise, you will end up miserably!"

"Miserably? No, Jack, because miserably is what will happen to me if I just let him marry that woman after his graduation!"

"Oh, my God! ‘That woman’ seriously? Well, for your information or just in case you are forgetting, that woman you are mentioning is none other than his girlfriend! So whether he chooses to marry her after graduation or impregnate her before their graduation, it's his choice!"

"Argh! That's not gonna happen and I'll make sure of that! Luke Marcuz Williams is mine and I'll do everything to make him completely mine, sooner or later!"

This time the look she gave me shows disgust and disapproval. Well, could they blame me for my actions or if I had the worst reaction? Could they blame me if two hours ago, I accidentally overheard my brother and Luke talking on the phone? Dale greeted him. He asked him how sure he was about the wedding.

At first, I was a little confused about what they were talking about--- you know, the word ‘wedding’ could hardly register in my head. Until I heard the name 'Cherry' and seconds later, Dale congratulated him and promised to help him prepare for his wedding right after their graduation.

I instantly grabbed my head in total shock. He can't be. They can't be.

"You know I love you, Sam, right? You're my best friend, but I'm sorry because this time I won't be on your side. I won't help you." "Jack?"

"This is not right. I Know how much you like him but doing something like this? Like stooping yourself down just to---"

“I love him!"

"Fine! You love him if that's what you describe your feelings towards him. But as I was saying, stooping yourself down just to make him yours and to stop the wedding---gosh, Samantha! You're forgetting about the decency and morality of being a woman! What if you get pregnant?”

I gulped at her last question

"Can't you even think about your parents, what their reactions will be---"

"And who says I will them know about my plan?" I asked, my voice rising a little.

She said nothing, but she remained staring at me. I know she still has a lot of words to say to me, but I was shocked by her next words.

"Okay." She sighed. A long deep sigh that shows resignation. "Well. I guess I can never change your mind. Go ahead, carry out your plan, but never knock on my door crying and asking for help on how to face the consequences of what you've done."

"Jack---" as long as I want to talk to her more, I can't do it anymore because she has already left me alone on our table. I just bit my lower lip as I watched her walk towards the restaurant entrance.

That was the first day she started not talking to me. It's also the same day I made the worst decision... the unintended decision I never knew would lead to the biggest mistake I will ever commit in my life. And all because I didn't listen to her and my brother.

Queen Of The Night resto-bar, 9:30 pm.

The roaring music filled my ears the moment I entered the exclusive night bar. It's Sarieking through my eardrums ant throug hout the whole club. Andcou dn't help blowing air when I smelled the disgusting ader of tobacco and the different types of alcool, not to mention the gtrong scents coming from the people who dance in the middle. I don't know if it's just their perfume or their sweats that mix in the air or something. Jeez! It makes me want to smother the sausage and ham I have eaten earlier.

They were dancing--- agh--- if you can really call it dancing, maybe the right word is ‘grinding’ as if there's no tomorrow that life could offer. They were grinding their bodies and moving like an itchy caterpillar.

‘Gosh! Is this what they called nightlife? Eww!"

I couldn’t help frowning as I weaved my way through the crowd and towards the counter.

I avoided the bartender's eyes when she tried to sfudy my face. And it's a great relief fr me when another. bartender Game I n the counter and talked to her. The only word that registered in me was ‘bye’ and. it

b ‘ought measmile. That means her shift has ended and the one who will serve me is the new guy. “

I ordered something to drink. Of course, the one 1 which will only make me tipsy anenot drunk while waiting for my prey. I admit that the : nervoussiess inside me was + creeping into my bones and my’ spine, not because of the thing or tbifigs I'm going to do tonight, but how will I talk to the bartéhder and convince him to agree with my plan.

Earlier at the entrance, I dropped $5000 into each of the guards to get me in. But now is a different situation. I have to double the prize so I could make him do whatever is in my plan.

Taking a deep breath, I started calling his attention. He's raising an eyebrow when he stopped in front of me. “How much does your service cost tonight. my boy?” "What the heck--"

Guess what? He couldn't continue what he had to say as he looked at me in amazement and then laughed out loud. Well, thanks to the loud music because he didn't catch anyone's attention.

“It seems like you're already drunk, Miss. I'm sorry to tell you but I'm not a call boy." And he continued to laugh.

‘Bullshit! Did I ask it right or---oh, no!

“Look, Mister, I'm sorry but that's not what I mean and I'm not drunk."

It still takes a few minutes before I finally convince him and, just like what I did earlier, I have to use the power of my secret best friend: money. "$5000." I put the bill on top of the counter.

"Oh, no, that's too small. Make it 10, baby.” He said shaking his head. Can I trust him?

“Gosh! Too greedy!" I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. I have no choice but to drop another $5000.

“Okay, that will do." He winked at me.

‘Eww! Gross! Yucks! Whatever!"

"So what are you waiting for? Give me the pill now."

Oops. I bit my lower lip. "I don't have any pills here.”

"What? You don't have the pill? How are you going to---ohh...”

I shook my head which made him grin like a psychopath who had just won a lottery. As if a psychopath knew how to buy a lottery ticket "...make it 15 and I'll do the rest of the job.”

I stared at him for a few seconds. wondering silently if I came with the right person.

“You don't want to add another five? Okay, then forget everything---”

"Ahh---fine! I'll add another $5000!"

"Ohh... so easy to make a deal with, huh?” He said smirking.

"Dickhead!"

The moment I put the third $5000 on the counter, he took it as if it were the first time he had taken such a sum of money. "Give me another shot, man." A drunk man called his attention, so he had to leave me for a few seconds.

And when he finally finished serving him, he came back in front of me.

"Anyway, how old are you? You're a newbie here, aren't you? It's the first time I've seen your face here, baby."

I took a long, deep breath before bringing the glass into my mouth. I simply ignored his question and pretended not to have heard him ask. "And may I ask, why are you doing this? Don't you know the possible consequences of your action?"

Gritting my teeth. my head snapped at him, "It's none of your business!"

"Fine, but can you at least tell me how ald you are? Because you seemed to look like 17."

"Haist! Age is just a number and my age has nothing to do with you, so shut up, will you?"

"But I was just asking about your age---”

"You know what? I changed my mind!"

"Oh-oh...”

"I think I came with the wrong person. Give me my money back and I'll just go home!”