Chapter 8

Coincidentally, my parents were going to a business trip that Friday. Now that that problem is crossed out, next in line is how the hell am I supposed to survive this party?

Adam was going to pick me up at 6 and bring me home by whatever time it’ll be. So here I am, in my usual over-sized t-shirt and baggy jeans, waiting by my doorstep for Adam to pick me up.

The sound of an engine grew louder as it neared by and I rose from my seating position to the gates and opened it slightly for me to slip out. After making sure it was locked, I turned to face Adam who was sitting on his bike which, I have to admit looks awesome, maybe slightly better than my baby.

Oh who am I kidding, nothing’s more beautiful than my baby.

“So, are you going to get on or do we have to go through the ‘There is no way in hell am I going to mount that deathtrap’ phase?” He tried mocking me with a high pitched voice. I scoffed at him and grab