“Right,” I said quietly.
I got it, then.
They needed someone to get them there and bring them back.
And I was picked as the designated driver.
Lucky me.
We quietly walked out of the apartment, and I debated calling the whole thing off. But the thought of seeing them for the next three months afterward would be…
Awkward.
And I didn’t do well with awkwardness.
We got to my tiny black Camry that seated five people.
That wasn’t the problem.
The problem was that once I got inside the driver’s side, I found all three of them had chosen to sit in the back rather than have one person up on the passenger seat with me.
My cheeks heated with embarrassment, and I looked back in the rearview mirror and found a smirking Angelica, an expressionless Marren, and an apologetic Kylie.
Not apologetic enough, considering she let her friends persuade her to sit in the back with them.
And to think I had been excited about this whole night.
I was nothing more than a chauffeur to them.
I didn’t even want to go to the club anymore, and I decided to leave as soon as possible…
Without them.
The girls chattered on their way to the club, completely ignoring me.
The drive was thankfully short, and although we did run into a small traffic jam, it surprisingly cleared up quickly.
I let out a small sign of relief once we got to the club and found the long line to the front door.
The thought of waiting in that line with the three of them while they continued to ignore me sounded about as fun as having my skin marked with knives.
Yeah, no, thank you.
But still, I got out of the car and looked around.
We had driven all the way down to downtown Sacramento, known to have a wide variety of nightclubs, bars, and restaurants.
I didn’t want to wait in line with them, but I also didn’t want to return to an empty apartment, having already dressed up.
And though I had driven them here, I didn’t want to become a pushover or a good little lapdog for these terrible roommates of mine.
I looked them over.
Kylie avoided my gaze, and Marren was busy looking over at the long line.
Angelica met my eyes.
“Well, this was fun, but you need to find your own ride home.”