Instead of leaving, Chance followed Kristoff over to his table, where three other people were sitting.
"My people, allow me to introduce. Chance. Chance, these are Stefan, his date Stacy. He only dates women with the same first initial as him and Joel.'' Kristoff pointed at them as he said their names.
Stefan gave a salute, while his date, who has a long black wig, scrunched her botched nose up. Joel, on the other hand, who had on an expensive-looking Freddie Krueger shirt on was too busy on his phone to notice anything.
''Joel is a blogger.'' Kristoff made a face at the way Joel had his nose in his phone.''
Chance nodded a greeting, then moved to take a seat but was stopped by the overly tanned skin, thick glasses, Stefan.
"That seat is already taken.''
"It's fine, Chance, you can sit.''
Just as Chance sat, a female with strawberry blonde hair and lips filled with fillers came to stand at the table.
"Huh, do I know you?" She asked in a thick Russian accent. "That is my seat peasant."
Chance was about to get up until she uttered those words.
"Peasant, huh?" He looked her up and down, then smirked.
"I'm pretty sure that you are only here now, because you escaped that shitty life of yours. Probably started out as a prostitute until some rich old geezer felt some for you."
The female opened her overly glossy mouth to speak, but Kristoff held up a hand to cut her off.
"Rosanna, sorry, but this seat has been taken. I'm sure that you wouldn't want to seat with us either way. Just trying to escape your husband and his friend that you cheated on him with."
Rosanna's face went, "you are nothing but shit Kristoff. Your time is coming."
Kristoff waved her off. "Please don't make a scene, it's not a good look."
Rosanna huffed then stormed away, taking her strangling perfume scent with her.
"Can someone wave over a waiter? I would like for my dear friend to order since he didn't get a table in time."
Stefan with his crispy hand, just like everyone else that did Kristoff's bid, happily getting the attention of someone who came over immediately.
Kristoff explained Chance's 'predicament'. Which earned Chance a distasteful look, and him to be gingerly handed a menu.
"Just call when you are done." The waiter turned his nose up, stepped a little way from the table, and waited.
Chance skipped over the words on the menu. Looking at it with such concentration, Kristoff thought he could hardly understand what he saw or how to pronounce the words.
Thinking that all he could make out was the word chicken, but didn't know what came before or after that.
"May I suggest my favourite? Oh. I'll just order for you." Kristoff tried to take the menu away, but Chance held onto to it.
"What will you be having?" The waiter came back, still giving Chance a disgusted look.
"The Bouillabaisse, it's a fish soup with saffron, orange and thyme by the way, the l-"
"I can order for myself. I'm allergic to fish, so please hold off on that. The French-Onion Soup will be fine, also the Lamb Shank Navarin, and the Frangipane Tart."
Chance closed the menu and handed it to the waiter, who was just as stunned as everyone at the table.
"So Chance, tell me. What do you do?" Stacy asked, as she hung off of Stefan's arm. She batted her eyes a few times, trying to be flirtatious.
"Why the sudden interest? I know that your first impression of me was that I don't look like much. Or why I'm here? So why ask that after I have been sitting here for so long?"
She bit her lip then looked away, clearly embarrassed, though she hid it well.
“So, Stefan, how is the stock market treating you?" Kristoff asked, leaning on the table. As he and the tanned man struck up a conversation, which soon had the others joining in.
Chance played with the napkin on the table, folding it and unfolding it, bored from the conversation around him. He soon questioned his choices of coming there. He clearly didn't fit in.
When the food came, Chance picked at his food until he noticed Stefan peering at him.
"Do I have something on my face?'' Chance asked, wiping at his mouth.
"No, I was just wondering. In fact, I'm sure everyone here shares the same sentiments. Kristoff might be full of sh*t, but I for one know that he doesn't talk to just anybody. So, tell me more about yourself. Are you like some undercover boss? A rich man pretending to be poor?''
"How about a poor man with the intention of robbing all of you?" Feeling annoyed at all their stares and questions, Chance reached for the bottle. Ready to play disgusting, and give them something to really turn their nose up to.
He poured the wine until it was almost running out of the glass, took long, heavy, loud gulps. He cut with his knife, causing it to clink on the plate.
"Not as tender as I thought, shouldn't this melt in my mouth?'' Chance said, picking up a piece of lamb with his hand and biting into it.
"So, does anyone else have any more questions? I'm an open book right now.'' Chance spoke with his mouth open and a few pieces of meat falling out.
"I mean, what? Now everyone is silent, no longer interested in the dirty, poor looking man who snuck in here? Or maybe you all thought you could make a mockery out of me.'' Chance pointed his knife.
Kristoff ate on with a smirk on his face.
''Are you comfortable with all this?'' Stefan glanced at Kristoff.
''Of course, Chance is like a breath of fresh air. So much better than being in a room full of fake people.''
"Fake people? At least I don't go around fu*king down the city. I'm surprised that you have caught nothing yet.'' Stefan fired back.
The table went still; the tension was so thick Chance pretended to cut the air with his knife.
"Seems as if we all have some things to get off my chest.'' Chance laughed, using his fork to pick his teeth.
"Why are you even here?'' Joel finally spoke.
"Wow, look who decided to come back to earth.'' Chance said, causing Kristoff to snicker.
Again, the table fell into nothing but awkwardness.
Kristoff wiped his mouth, brandishing his ever so cool smirk, then wished everyone a goodnight. Chance looked up at him, then did the same, only to turn back for the bottle of wine.
"Thank you for the evening, but now I must go.'' Chance does a mocking bow.
"Wait, when will I see you again?''
"Never.'' Chance scoffed.
Kristoff made a face.
''What?''
"I just thought we were friends.''
"I can't be bought.''
''I'm not trying to buy you. I meant it when I said I was looking for someone genuine. So, what do you say, join me?''
"On what?''
"Let me show you the world.'' Kristoff stretched his hand out.
Chance looked down at it. "I'll pass.'' He finally said.
Kristoff gave a smile. ’’Have you ever left the country before?''
"That is none of your concerns.''
"I'll take that as a no. I can have a passport ready for you by morning.''
"And there you go, assuming I don't have one.''
''Have you ever travelled?''
"No.''
"Then this is your sign to, everything will be on me. So what do you say? Let me show you the world.''
As promised, Kristoff had opened Chance's eyes to a dazzling new world and a life he never imagined. Taking him everywhere, from erotic rainforest adventures, Film Festivals in France, and whale watching in Alaska. Any I*******m traveller would be jealous. Kristoff even planned on enrolling Chance in a linguist class and a Mathematics, so that he could match up to him. Sure, Chance was street smart, but that wasn't enough. And his good looks wouldn't bring him through forever. He needed to be educated so that others won't take advantage of him, educated enough to get a job and someday be on the same level as Kristoff. Kristoff wanted the best for his new friend, hence, why he was plying him with the finest delicacies and jewelries, custom-made suits, a car, and a penthouse in the ci
"Can you help me get my back?'' Kristoff held out the sunscreen for Chance to grease him up. "No funny business.'' Chance took it from him. "When have I ever tried anything?'' Kristoff tried to play dumb. "You are not cute.'' Chance whispered in his ears, causing him to shiver and lean into him. Chance pushed him away. ''That's exactly what I am talking about.'' "Sorry, but you smell nice.'' ''It's the Tom F-. Listen, can you stop with all this? I told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in men and especially not when that man is you.'' Chance pushed him again. "Chance, as much as I would love to kill my feelings for you, I can't.'' "You don't have feelings for me Kristoff, and I suggest that whatever is going on in that thick head of yours, you let it go.'' "It's not so easy.'' "Are you two coming or not?'' Crystal asked, cutting off whatever Chance had to say. Chance cut his eyes
"We never speak of this.'' Kristoff said, on their drive back to their hotel."What? That you didn't know what couch is, how can you not know though?''"I just always thought it was a fancy name for a fish.''Chance let out a laugh. ''And what about caviar? Do you know what that is?''Kristoff paused. "of course. Fish eggs.''"You had to think about it.''"I'm driving Chance.''Chance scoffed, then tickled Kristoff, causing him to swerve."Don't do that. I'm driving.'' Kristoff straighten in his seat.
3 years, and 4 months. That was how long Kristoff hadn't seen or heard from Chance. It was as if he had vanished completely from the face of the earth. He spent days thinking nothing of Chance, trying to find him or contact him.While Chance's mind would drift to Kristoff only once in a while, which he hated, hated what Kristoff had done to him. He tried his hardest to forget, forget the kiss, the sensation, the pleasure.But Kristoff refused to let that night go. He wanted more, more of Chance and for their relationship to take off.'Where are you?' Kristoff would wonder, searching collage after collage. Campus, after campus, to find Chance.Their separation had gone on long enough. It was as if his other half was missing, or a part
"Don't tell me I have to chase after you again?'' Chance glanced back at his former friend, wondering how he found him and why he even came after him. "Chance, can you please just give me a chance.'' Kristoff yelled then laughed. "No, but seriously,. can you please forgive me? I know that I have violated you and I'm sorry, I miss our friendship and you.'' "No, you miss always trying to fu*ck me, now get lost.'' "No, my friend. We have lost each other for far too long.'' Chance paused at another cross sign, giving Kristoff enough opportunity to catch up. Where he rested one hand on Chance's shoulder and the other on his hip. Chance shrugged him off. ''Why are you here?'' "For you, Chance, don't you miss me?'' "I miss not seeing your face and having your annoyance around.'' "You're just saying that.'' "Jesus, can you just leave me alone. Haven't you had enough already? You have the entire world in your han
Chance lay in his bed thinking back to seeing Kristoff for the first time in so long. He didn't know how to react. First, he was taken aback by his killer good looks. He knew that handsome men were in Colombia, but Kristoff's beauty was incomparable. He hated that Kristoff had an effect on him, and all those years, he thought he got him out of his head. But no, just that first glimpse of Kristoff brought back those feelings he tried his hardest to hide. He didn't know if it was the playfulness in his eyes, that damn smirk he always wore when he knew he was right, or just him, everything about him. Change sighed, then rolled to his side. He just couldn't help but think of Kristoff. The arrogant prick had got way under his skin, wormed his way into his heart and consumed his mind. Almost taking over his life, for the first few months Kristoff was all he could think of and every day for that time, to almost a year, he was all he saw. 'Could I really be with a ma
"Can we go again? I think I faintly heard you asking for more. I could be wrong, but I'm never wrong." Kristoff gave a lopsided grin. "You fucking asshole, you just forced me into doing something I didn't want to. Isn't that enough?" "Now, now my dare, Chance, I didn't force you. You gave yourself to me, you want me, so stop hiding it." "Leave!" "No, I have nowhere to go." "Fine, stay, but the bed is yours." "Where will you sleep?" "On the street, I'm used to it." Chance declared, pulling his shirt down and searched for his shoes.
The last thing Chance remembered was telling Kristoff to get off him, before he felt himself growing dizzy as he fell into sleep.Instantly dreaming about the day his mother allowed her pimp to abuse him and set his pit bull on him after.He was out doing things for Dwayne, things he hated doing.Dwayne would always send him on drug exchange for money from people that owed him. And to rob the convenient store so that Dwayne could eat.Chance would get beat up each time, go back to the almost fallen apart house with no money or food, and get beat up again.He hated his mother, always blaming her for the life he lived.He was seen as