Look for a ride

However much you hate to admit it, Alicia’s idea has the lowest chance of anyone else finding out. Sure, your parents might find out, but you might be able to convince them it was a practical joke that got out of hand - it wouldn’t technically be a lie…

You consider your other options, weighing the pros and cons, doubting and double-guessing… wondering if you’d be tempted to suck a bit of dick for- No! You shake your head, burying your face further into your arms and sigh again.

This is just nerves… just Alicia getting under your skin… You know you wouldn’t do anything like that. Enough deliberating, it’s decided:

The idea of anyone you know having to bail you out of a situation like this, let alone with the way you are… you can’t do it. You can’t let them know! Whoever Alicia or Liz tells, you can at least deny it, but you have to do damage control here and make sure no one else gets wind of this! Only option is to play the Damsel-in-Distress and hope some big, brave man would be happy to give you a ride.

The question now is… who…? You look around the lot and don’t see anybody, only a few vehicles:

Someone has a purple Camaro. Flashy. Might belong to someone with an ego big enough to play The Hero.

There’s a big semi-truck. No trailer, but probably heading for the highway. While they may not be willing to take you home, you could cover some distance if they’re headed the right direction.

And an old, beat up car you didn’t notice earlier, parked somewhat behind the station. Probably belongs to the clerk if you had to guess.

Or, you could wait and see who pulls in…