QUOTE : NOTHING EXCITING CAME FROM the rest of my night. After slapping Peter, and high tailing it out of his car, I went back inside, the beady little eyes of my sister staring at me as I walked through the living room. Making a pit stop in the kitchen for more beer, I came back, passing her to go to my room. I know she wanted to yell at me. I hope she yells at Peter, since he’s the one who decided to out us. And why? Really? He would risk his own job, just for a date with me?<br /><br />Idiot.