Chance Encounters

seven

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Chapter 7

"Wait, so, let me get this straight," Alyssa said from the backseat. "Your best friend ditched you for Austin's cousin, so now you're on this wild goose change looking around the town for them?"

"More like Hulk chase, really," Austin replied with, surprisingly, a smile on his face.

That got a laugh from our new friends. He'd just finished telling them about the reason why we were on the outskirts of town anyway, but telling them about the whole "Hulk chase" required telling them more about the night. We ended up having to start with the party, the raid, the whole my car is missing along with my best friend thing.

They found it hilarious.

(Of course. They weren't the ones stuck with a moody Dickhead driving in a car that would most likely fall apart any second.)

"You wouldn't be laughing if you were the one being chased," Austin said indignantly. "And Red here still won't admit that she finds my ass sexy."

I scoffed. "Trust me." I crossed my arms over my chest. "I've seen better."

"Oooh," our audience from the backseat cooed.

"Better? You've seen better?" he asked in mock disgust. "I'll have you know, my ass is the best."

"Right."

" The best, I tell you."

I didn't know why Alyssa and Warren were giggling at Austin's shameless affection for his own gluteus maximus, but I was worried it might contribute to his overall narcissism. Not that he wasn't so in love with himself already.

Naturally, I found it my responsibility to make this world a better place by taking him down a notch or two. I pretended to examine my nails indifferently. "It's really not that special, Dick."

"Dick?" Alyssa piped up from the backseat.

"She think it's cute to refer to me as the male genitalia," Austin replied before I could. "I don't know, I think maybe she wants the D, yeah?"

Dropping my hand, I turned to him with a slightly open mouth. "I'm—"

"Thirsty for the D?" He had the audacity to wink at me, a cocky grin already making its way to his face.

I punched him in the arm. "That is disgusting." Almost automatically, my face was scrunching up into a expression of blatant disgust. "And wrong on so many levels."

The rest of the conversation went vaguely like that—Alyssa and Warren asking about more details regarding the night, Austin obsessing over himself and me, fighting the urge to roll my eyes while giving out an exaggerated sigh. I've long stopped trying to deal with him and his self-absorbedness.

They asked us to drop them somewhere at a friend's house, but on our way there (I was navigating for Austin), the conversation took on a different turn. We ended up telling them in detail about our next plan, which was to go back to Sluggers to talk to McKenna.

Austin told them about how I didn't have my fake ID with me (I didn't even have the real one, actually), and that I couldn't into the club. The moment we mentioned this, Alyssa perked up in her seat. She placed one hand on the headrest of my seat and pulled herself forward, closer to me and Austin. "Wait, I think Warren and I could get you in.