Olivia
Five minutes to midnight.
I was back in the passenger side of the car with Storm driving us home. Unlike the other boys and their coach, Storm was not drunk. He only had three shots. I asked him why he was not drinking that much and he said he would not drive if he got drunk. I knew how to drive but Storm did not fully trust me. He said he would make sure we would be safe. What happened to us the other day must have really gotten into him. He might not have been drunk that night, but he said he couldn't risk it.
The night was cold and he was driving us in silence. I was not in the mood to talk. Somehow, it was a relief that I successfully managed to keep my emotions at bay while they were celebrating. I felt so proud of myself that the night went well. They decided to call it a
