No, she can go alone

"Sorry, babe, but I am not wasting my time going to this party. If you wanna go that bad, I won't stop you," you tell her assertively.

"Fine, jerk!" Molly says and storms off in a huff.

You did it now. Even you can admit that it's pretty damn selfish not to go with her. But you know for a fact that this party will be a bust. She'll probably only stay half an hour before realizing you were right all along. Still, you wish she wasn't giving you the cold shoulder while she's here.

Molly says nothing to you as she stomps out the door. You try to catch her before she closes it, but instead she slams it in your face. She is much madder than you predicted she would be. Maybe you should have just toughed out this party after all. Too late now. Time for damage control.

You spend the next couple hours checking if her favorite bands are on tour, or if there's any designer clothes or jewelry that won't cost all your savings. You're about to apply for a new credit card when you realize how much time has passed. _Molly has been at that party for two hours? _You think to yourself, maybe it turned out to be an alright party. But what if it isn't, and the only reason she's still there is make you think you're missing out?

You shake your head in frustration. _Enough of this bullshit! I'm just gonna apologize and beg her to forgive my stupidity. _You start texting her an apology. Once it's sent, the waiting game begins. Twenty minutes pass with no answer. She hasn't even read the message. You start to worry.