Text Brian

You'd feel very silly knocking after fleeing abruptly, so going back in is off the table. Megan is way too forward and curious for your liking, and you certainly don't want to find out what kind of guy Nicole has over, or get yourself involved in any way.

You're in the suburbs, not really close to anything but a gas station and an elementary school, and neither place is one you'd want to hang out at either. But you also don't want to just stand around on your family porch, so you take off down the sidewalk, struggling for a bit to get the hang of walking in your heeled sandals.

Thank goodness the heels are thick, and not too high.

There's a small shopping center a couple miles away, but after you stumble a third time you decide that you don't want to walk that far. Groaning inwardly, you pull out your phone and shoot Brian a text.

"Hey, man. I need a favor."

You were going to type "ride" but you're not sure how to explain the situation to your friend.

His response comes back quickly. "What's up?"

"Just come to the gas station by my house."

This time the response took a minute. "K, omw"

The rest of the walk to the gas station takes a bit longer after you slow down to avoid tripping over your heels, but by the time you arrive you're actually walking on them no problem. Second nature already.

You are standing outside for only a few minutes before Brian's car rolls in to the station, driving past you to pull into a spot nearby. A few moments later, you get another text.

"K, I'm here. Where are you?"