Before it’s down, I throw up, all over Finn’s arm.
“What the fuck?” He yanks his arm back. “Fucking disgusting!”
Parker’s laughing.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I say to Finn.
He’s taking off his shirt. When he gets it off, he throws it out the window. “Now I smell like puke.” He turns to me. “You’re paying for that shirt.”
“With what? I don’t have money.”
“I’ll pay for it,” Briggs says. “Just shut the hell up.” He glances at Finn in the mirror. “And next time, hide your weed someplace other than where you put your registration. The cop almost saw it.”
“Yeah? So? It’s not illegal.”
“It is when you’re seventeen.”
“Yeah, well, he didn’t find it so we’re good.”
Accepting a ride with these guys was the worst thing I could’ve done. Illegal weed? Drunk driving? Hitting a man and leaving the scene? I would’ve been better off alone in my truck all night, but I couldn’t do that to my dad. I need to get home and let him know I’m safe.
“Can you just drop me off first?” I say to Briggs. “I’m feeling really sick and I need to get home.”
“No,” Briggs says, glancing over his shoulder as he changes lanes. “Finn needs to get this thing home and hide it in the garage.”
“Just fucking drop her off before she pukes again,” Finn says.
“And risk getting pulled over again? Fuck no.” Briggs turns down a side street that goes up a hill.
Finn leans forward to Briggs. “What am I going to do about the headlight?”
“I don’t know yet. I’ll figure it out. For now just don’t drive it.”
“Then how the fuck am I supposed to get to school?”
“One of us will pick you up.” Briggs whips around a corner and continues at a fast speed through a neighborhood lined with fancy homes.
“What about tomorrow?” Finn says to Briggs. “I’m not sitting at home all day.”
“Then take one of your dad’s cars.”
“I’m not allowed.”
“Since when has that stopped you?”
He laughs a little. “True.”
Briggs slows down as we approach a massive, two-story home with a garage that looks like it could hold at least five cars, maybe more. There’s no gate around the house, so Briggs pulls up to the front, stopping behind Parker’s car.
“Hey!” Briggs yells as Finn gets out. “Get your ass back here.”
“Why?” he says, getting back in his seat.
Briggs turns to face us. “We need to come up with a plan.”
“For what?” Finn asks.
“For how to deal with the fact you might’ve just killed a guy,” Briggs says, sounding angry with Finn.
