" No one said a word, and I waited a beat, then pushed forward. Screw Kevin. Screw Maggie. Screw whatever happened to them now. I went after Caden.
He didn’t have to push his way through the crowd. It automatically opened for him. Not so much for me. I was at a disadvantage, and when I ran to the parking lot, he was already in the car and peeling past me.
“HEY!” I yelled, raising my hands in the air.
He braked, a little too close for comfort, right next to me. The passenger window rolled down. “What?”
I reached for the door. “Let me in.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “Why?”
“Let me in.”
He unlocked the door.
I opened it and climbed in. “Okay. I’m with you.” I had no idea what I was doing.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m with you.” I clapped the dashboard, pointing ahead. “Whatever you’re going to do, I’m in. You seem to need a friend. You’re in luck. I could use one myself. So I’m in.”
“I’m going to get drunk and have sex.”
“Oh.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “You still in?”
He was laughing now. He was still mad, but he was laughing.
For whatever reason—maybe I did want to go with him, or maybe I heard my own voice calling me boring and pathetic again—I sat back and folded my hands in my lap. “I’m in.”
He shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into..” He shifted his Land Rover into drive and started forward. “But that’s your problem, not mine.”
He careened out of the parking lot, and I fell against the door. I grabbed the oh shit handle above my head, and I had a feeling that was going to be the theme for the rest of the night: Oh, shit. "

― Tijan , Anti-Stepbrother