Lucky Me by Saba Kapur

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    Charlie Kingston’s father is a big time music producer, and not the sketchy type that Aria talks to. Like an actual music producer. She was always going on about that one time Ariana Grande invited her to her birthday party, or how hot Robin Thicke looks over brunch. Don’t get me wrong, I like the girl. Only I don’t really like her. It’s kind of like talking to Kate Upton. I mean, sure she’s stunning and sweet and all. But did she have to be that good looking and nice, all in one go? Someone like that has to be hiding some huge skeleton in her closet. Maybe she was addicted to smelling shampoo or something. The other shoe has got to drop at some point.
    â€œHey Charlie,” I said, giving her a half-assed smile. “Great dress!”
    What little there was of it, of course.
    â€œThanks Gia! Did you want to play?” Charlie asked, motioning toward the group Jack and I had been watching.
    â€œUh, no thanks,” I said. “I’m good.”
    Charlie nodded and looked at Jack, smiling at him hopefully. “What about you?”
    Jack looked at me and then back at Charlie. I glared at him, making sure his gaze didn’t drop any lower than her nose. Boy, was I going to unleash hell if that happened.
    â€œOh no, I’m okay. Thanks,” Jack replied politely.
    â€œOh come on!” Charlie said, tilting her head to one side so that her blonde curls tumbled all the way down to her hip. “It’ll be fun!”
    â€œWel—”
    â€œHe’s very busy!” I cut in, and Jack looked at me with an amused smile. “Very, very busy. So busy.”
    Charlie looked at me uncertainly and said, “Um, okay?”
    â€œMaybe later,” Jack said.
    â€œBut then again, maybe not,” I quickly added. So busy , I mouthed, giving her an innocent smile.
    â€œCool,” Charlie said, looking at me like I had lost my mind. “Well, you know where to find me.”
    She winked at him and walked off without even acknowledging my existence. I watched her through narrowed eyes. You know where to find me? Oh please. I did know where to find her, and it was nowhere classy.
    â€œWhat was that?” Jack asked. I crossed my arms over my chest defensively, bag still in hand.
    â€œWhat?” I replied, shrugging nonchalantly. “I was doing you a favor.”
    Jack raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh really?”
    â€œYou don’t want to go there, trust me,” I told him. “For health reasons. Bad idea.”
    Okay, so that was a total lie. Not a total lie, because she really did get around, so the chances of a rash were high. But a little exaggeration never killed anyone.
    Jack looked like he wasn’t buying a word of it, his smile unwavering. “Oh.”
    â€œYou’re welcome.”
    A girl I didn’t know walked past holding a Jell-O shot in one hand. I pulled it out of her reach as she approached us, gulping it down without thinking twice about it.
    â€œWhat the hell?” she said, as I placed the empty glass back in her hand.
    â€œEnjoy the party,” I told her.
    Hey, it was my boyfriend’s house. I could do whatever the hell I wanted. And by the looks of it, I was in the mood to make extremely bad life choices. Jack rolled his eyes again and wrapped his hand around my wrist, pulling me away from the girl. This time I didn’t bother yelling at him for touching me.
    â€œWhere are we going?” I asked Jack.
    â€œSomewhere quiet!” Jack replied. I guess he took the lack of a tantrum as a go sign, because his hand trailed down from my wrist and slipped into my hand as he slowed down to let a few people squish past us.
    I looked down at our hands, our fingers intertwined. The birth of my first-born child would probably not match up to how it felt holding onto Jack’s hand right after he had met someone like Charlie Kingston. The heavens above really did have an angel