AMELIA
Lost and hopeless, I jog back into Deeja's driveway, desperate to ask someone for their phone.
There's this f****d-up game going on where people are upside down on a keg, chugging beer through a pipe. The crowd cheers like it's the best s**t they've ever seen.
"Hey, can I use your phone? I need to get a cab," I ask some girl, tapping her on the shoulder. She turns around and gives me a once-over.
"I need to call a cab," she mimics my distress, and the rest of the girls burst into laughter.
Holding back my f*****g tears, I exhale and scan the area. I spot some wasted guys leaning on a jeep. They look like they're about to puke, but I'm desperate as hell. I charge at them.
"Hey, can I use your phone?" I beg.
"What the f**k does she want?"
"She needs a phone, dumbass," some vo
