So I had taken everything slow with Jeff, but when I got home to get ready for the party that night, little butterflies were in my stomach. And I liked him too, but while my mother had been happy jumping from bed to bed before she got knocked up with me, I didn't want to end up like that. He was nice, well, he was a douche at times, but he still seemed to like me. He'd been my boyfriend for three years now. Yes, Jeffrey was usually an ass, but a small part of me had wondered if tonight was going to be the night we slept together. We'd all been so happy to go out that night. I could see my mother's face when I had left Jessica's house and went home for the afternoon. Only my whole world had changed that afternoon. Was something wrong with me? And I sighed. While the gas was guzzling into my car, I heard Jessica's question again.

As I watched them skip together, holding hands, and giggling over the fact they were drunk, I leaned back against my car. Then Lydia lifted her nose and got a whiff of gas station pizza. I gave them my polite f**k off smile and each rolled their eyes. 'Did you and Jeffrey have a fight?' Lydia's eyebrows wiggled up and down. Jessica frowned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. 'Come on, you're such a loser tonight,' Lydia moaned. When one hit me in the face, I swatted it away. Both wore flowing skirts, tight tops, and brown curls that flung everywhere. When her boobs were back in place and the skirt barely covered her ass, she turned her pleading eyes on me too. Lydia stood and straightened out her skirt and top. 'Why not? It's our last Friday night before school.

Jessica tumbled after and leaned her weight on Lydia's shoulders so she wouldn't fall while she sidestepped over her. Lydia tripped and was nearly clocked by my side mirror. 'I unclipped my seat belt and started to get out. Jessica wrapped her hands around the passenger seat and leaned forward. I didn't mean-' She dissolved in laughter once more. And on cue, Lydia rammed her elbow in the back of my head. I didn't know if I could've handled walking with Lydia and Jessica. And I'll admit that I'd been worried we would've broken down on the side of the road, not for my car's sake, for my sake. My little Corolla had been chugging near empty for the last few miles.

I sighed as I pulled into the gas station. It was a Friday night, two in the morning, and my two best friends were shrieking in drunken laughter behind me.

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