*parents
no, sorry, not around, whats up
“Shit!” Maya said.
“Shit!” Rachel agreed. “Who else do we know?”
Maya was reading another incoming text from Andrea.
maya plz im beggin soryry ive been a bitch can u help
omw dont worry just need to figure it out hold on
Vin had a gun
“Fuck. Oh, shit!” Maya said.
“Oh, God, this is so bad,” Rachel said.
“Fuck it,” Maya said. “Put your shoes on.”
“What? Why?”
“I’m going to pick her up.”
Rachel just stared at her for a long moment. “You don’t even have a permit.”
“I know that, Rachel. Look, either you come with or you can just stay here, but I’m going. My dad taught me basically how to drive.” She grabbed some keys off a hook.
“Oh, my God,” Rachel said. “We can’t! Why don’t we just call the police?”
Maya just stared at her. “Seriously? Hi police, my friend is probably drunk off her ass and her mom doesn’t even know she’s there someone has a gun and they’re all going to jail? Come on, Rachel. We just pick her up, bring her back here.”
“I’m not going if it’s just us.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s -- it’s not safe, Maya. We could get just as much in trouble.”
Maya thought for a moment.
Then she said, “Tim,” at the same moment that Rachel said, “Mike,” and they were out the door.