#Chapter 25: No More Chances

“You…what?” I asked. “Please,” Chance leaned himself on my car, unable to stand any longer, apparently. “I made a huge mistake. I want you back.” “How much have you had to drink?” I asked him. “This many,” he slurred. He held up nine fingers, looked at his hands, then put up the tenth finger. I sighed. “I’ll call you a cab.” “Don’t you want me back, too?” “God no,” I said, pulling out my phone to look up the closest taxi company. “I thought you wanted to marry me?” Chance pouted. “I did,” I pushed the call button on my phone. “But every day I thank God that I dodged that bullet.” The phone rang once. “Coach Cab,” a friendly voice answered. “Hi, yes, I need a cab sent to…” I started. Chance grabbed the phone from my hand before I could give her the address. “Never mind,” he said into the phone. “I don’t need a cab, I need my girlfriend to give me a second chance!” I reached for the phone, but he pulled it away from me and hung up before I could grab i