Chase
WHEN JASON ROUNDED the corner with Mackenzie, and Kara, I almost spilled my beer. Although I knew she’d be at the party, I’d been having so much fun that I’d temporarily forgotten about her and the bullshit. Now that we were face-to-face, I had to remind myself that the only way I could get back at her, and pay for the damage to my car, was to win the bet with Gus.
“Wait, which girl is going to be your partner?” Bruce asked.
Jason put his arm around Mackenzie’s shoulder. “She is. Mackenzie, right?”
She nodded.
“Fine. I get Kara,” Bruce said.
“I’m only playing if I don’t have to drink,” Kara said.
Bruce let out a long, obnoxious burp. “You’re drinking right now. What’s the difference?”
Before she could reply, I cut in. “Kara, you can be my partner. I’ll even drink for you.”
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