Austin took me out of English class and straight to the parking lot. He parks his car in the first row, next to Luke's. Their initials were painted red on the concrete.
They've had those spots since I started high school and they were already sophomores. Rumors say they won a bet with some seniors and traded places. I guess I can just ask them now, instead of hearing the rumors.
I glanced at the black jeep wrangler next to us, imagining Luke inside. I missed him already. "What event am I missing?" I asked Austin.
He popped open the trunk of his car.
"You're not missing it anymore," came the mysterious answer as he rummaged through the trunk.
I saw a small keg in there for 'emergencies.' My rusty car was parked far back, under a tree somewhere. Maybe I could fill my trunk with an emerg
