Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -chappell... <iPad TRENDING>

“You should go.”

That was the problem. Sabrina never asked her to leave. Not the first time, not the fifth, not the tenth. She just kept pretending that Chappell’s hands on her skin didn’t feel like coming home. She kept telling herself it was just a phase, just a fling, just something she’d grow out of. Sabrina Carpenter Good Luck- Babe- -Chappell...

“I want you to stop saying �good luck.’” Chappell reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Sabrina’s face. “I want you to admit that luck has nothing to do with it. You’re just scared.” “You should go

Chappell didn’t flinch. She just smiled—sad, knowing, infuriating. “Good luck, Babe.” not the fifth

“You should go.”

That was the problem. Sabrina never asked her to leave. Not the first time, not the fifth, not the tenth. She just kept pretending that Chappell’s hands on her skin didn’t feel like coming home. She kept telling herself it was just a phase, just a fling, just something she’d grow out of.

“I want you to stop saying �good luck.’” Chappell reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Sabrina’s face. “I want you to admit that luck has nothing to do with it. You’re just scared.”

Chappell didn’t flinch. She just smiled—sad, knowing, infuriating. “Good luck, Babe.”