“Hurry up, sis. Your chariot awaits.” He said in a mocking tone.
I rolled my eyes as I followed him closely from behind, still wondering if I had made the right choice or not.
I just really hope nothing crazy happens at that party. I mean, don’t rich people have to keep some kind of image? That means that they’re not going to be that wild, right? Right?!
I let that thought calm me down, repeating it in my head over and over again like some kind of reassurance that this night would be over before I knew it.
When we’re outside in the driveway, I see the same black Jeep that Dev and I rode to the mall the other day. My heart almost did a backflip at the possibility that he might be there either as the driver or a passenger.
If he was, then this night just became so much bet–
Someone
