Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 177

Jason had a few drinks, but to keep his friends from getting him blackout drunk and spilling the truth about the mysterious racer, he faked being dizzy to escape and catch his breath.

However, stepping into the corridor, he immediately noticed a girl being practically carried out by two men.

Honestly, they weren't even supporting her—they were dragging her between them, one on each side.

The girl appeared to be entirely blacked out.

And, damn it, he recognized her.

It was a sickeningly common story: a girl goes to a club, gets drugged, and is carried out. Everyone knows exactly what happens after that.

Sometimes it's random creeps preying on victims, but other times it's people they know—even best friends plotting against them.

That's why a girl should never let her guard down, whether she's out with strangers or lifelong friends. The golden rule: never touch a drink you've left unattended.

Who had the absolute gall to pull such a scumbag move in his club?

He marched right up behind them and barked, "Stop right there!"

The two men glanced back. Unaware that he was the owner, one of them snarled, "Mind your own business, buddy, or we'll make you regret it!"

"I already have plenty of regrets, but I’m making this my business. Where exactly do you think you're taking her?"

"She's our friend. She had too much to drink, and we're taking her home. Back off and get lost!"

Jason's signature venom immediately surfaced. "I think you're the ones who need to get lost. Look at yourselves. One of you is built like a stump, and the other's got a face full of grease. You're dripping in cheap knock-offs.

You two are the literal definition of pathetic losers. Why would a girl this gorgeous ever associate with trash like you? Let me guess, you slipped something in her drink, didn't you?"

When it came to personal insults, Jason was a master.

The humiliated men turned furious. One of them dropped the girl's arm and swung at Jason. "You're dead!"

Unfortunately for him, Jason casually caught the incoming fist by the wrist.

A deeply familiar voice drawled from above her. "Finally awake?"

Sabrina Sherwood looked up in absolute horror. "Jason Blackwood? Are you out of your mind? Why did you throw water on me?"

Jason collapsed onto the sofa next to her and, in a rare display of decency, handed her a few napkins to dry her face.

"Sabrina Sherwood, do you genuinely have zero memory of what just happened?"

Sabrina shook her head, immediately rubbing her throbbing temples. She felt dizzy, nauseous, and entirely disoriented.

As the fog began to clear, she muttered, "Tonight was my best friend's birthday. My boyfriend and I brought her here to celebrate.

After we had cake, I had a drink, and then... everything goes completely blank. Jason, what is wrong with me?"

She and Jason had been classmates in high school. In fact, they had been desk mates. Sabrina was the class valedictorian; Jason was the absolute slacker.