“Damn, where the hell am I supposed to go now?” I couldn’t help but curse out loud and growl under my breath. I’d known, right from the start, that this had been a bad idea. One glance at the feeble light thrown by my nearly-out-of-charge phone told me that if I was where I was supposed to be, I was late. More likely, I’d been pranked, and my new so-called friends were off somewhere else drinking and laughing at my expense.
You read too much romantic fiction, my inner voice smirked. We’ve been