SHIELA'S POV
“Girl, that's enough already. You might actually get drunk for real. How will you score with Chase later if you’re wasted?”
I let out a frustrated sigh and glanced at my watch. I’d been waiting here at Jenny’s bar for almost an hour, and Chase still hadn’t arrived. Boredom was getting the better of me, and I couldn’t stop ordering drinks. I was starting to feel dizzy, but I knew I could still handle it.
“Why is he taking so long?” I asked irritably.
“Are you even sure he’ll come? We might just be waiting for nothing,” Jenny replied, her voice carrying a baritone of doubt.
I shook my head quickly. “Even if he is cold toward me, I know he can’t resist me. No one has ever said no to me, you know!”
“Shiela, you’re drunk. Let me take you home,” Jenny offered.
As she reached
