I LOOKED UP AT THE clock; it was almost nine p.m.
Where in the f**k are you?
I wasn’t sure whether to be pissed off at my girl or worried about her welfare. Amber, who I’d been dating for three months, wasn’t answering my calls or texts and we had a party to go to. She was supposed to have picked me up thirty minutes ago and was never late. Unfortunately, I’d gotten my keys taken away the weekend before by my old man. He’d found out that I’d been drinking and driving. Needless to say, s**t had hit the roof.
“Dammit,” I mumbled out loud as I paced back and forth in the kitchen. “She’d better have a good f*****g excuse, that’s all I can say. Especially tonight.”
The party was for my best friend, Carter. It was his eighteenth birthday and his older brother, Drew, was throwing a huge kegge
