11
Cue my grand entrance.
I pulled up to the scene in the latest Maserati.
Everyone stepped aside, curious about who owned the only Maserati in town.
As I got out of the car, Chase’s eyes lit up.
“Harper, what are you doing here?”
I smiled. “Didn’t you invite me for drinks? I’m DoggyBoy.”
The crowd erupted into laughter.
Chase, unable to get mad, figured I was his only hope now.
He stared at my car. “Harper, let’s call it even. Is this car yours?”
No kidding.
Seeing I wasn’t paying attention to him, he continued, “Could you help me pay off my debts? I know you still love me! How about this: You clear my debts today, give me the Maserati, and add my name to the Ridgewood Heights house, and I’ll break up with Savannah.”
Savannah’s face turned red with anger.
His mom chimed in, “Yeah, yeah, it’s all your fault! If you hadn’t bought that ticket for him, none of this would’ve happened! You need to take responsibility!”
These two were unbelievable!
I shot back, “Your skin is thicker than cold grease left out overnight. A Maserati’s not really your style. How about a Rolls–Royce?”
Chase nodded eagerly, “That’ll do. Just get me a driver too–it suits my status!”
I resisted the urge to scream. The crowd was in awe of their audacity.
I took a deep breath and pulled out a box of the “trash” gifts Chase had given me, along with a stack of papers.
“Here’s all the garbage you sent me from eBay. Also, you still owe me $400,000.”
“What $400,000? You’re trying to scam my son!” his mom yelled, her face twisted with rage.
I played the recording from our breakup conversation.
Clear as day, Chase said, “Who knows if the stuff you gave me is real or not. Fine, take $50,000 off. I’ll pay you $100,000 now, and when I cash in the lottery ticket, I’ll give you the rest.”
Lottery ticket or not, $300 still counts!
The place exploded with laughter. Chase and his mom looked like they’d been hit by a truck.
