B O N N I E
A few hours later, Olivia and I are sitting in the backseat of Scott's car on our way to the party, looking at the window. My mind was in another place.
Why did I think this was a good idea?
The last time I was at a party around Josh, I kissed him. I really don't think I need any more embarrassment after that night.
"Remind me again why you both had to sit in the back seat?" Scott questions, glancing back at us in the rear-view mirror with a quizzical look on his face.
"I explained this to you already; you are our chauffeur for the night since you didn't want to come party with us." Olivia retorts, adding an extra roll with her tongue to the word chauffeur. Scott lets out a single chuckle before turning back to face the road ahead.
I poke my head through to the front to w
