“Yes, please,” I reply, and wait for the background noise to erupt through my car speaker. “Hey, Luce. I’m on my way. I just passed the turnoff for Spike’s Diner.”

“Oh, thank God!” she practically groans into the phone.

I frown. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine. I just have a massive favor to ask you.” Her voice is almost completely overpowered by music and an unnecessarily loud bass.

“Pleeeeeeease!” someone else sings into the phone, their words slurring together. “We’ll owe you foreverrrr.”

A chorus of distant laughter floods through the speaker. It sounds like at least half the senior class is already at the cabin.

I’m not usually late to anything, especially when it involves socializing. Walking into a party when everyone has already been drinking is awkward enough, never mind the fact that I’m nervous about seeing Finn. I should’ve skipped the hundred outfit changes and shown up half an hour early, as usual, and quietly laid claim to whatever chair was closest to the chip bowl.

Because nothing says “I’m enjoying this party and totally not feeling out of place” like hoarding the Doritos.

“What do you need?” I ask, hoping the favor won’t make me later than I already am.

Lucy shuffles behind the phone. “We have an emergency. Taylor was supposed to bring most of the alcohol, but he’s in trouble with his parents and can’t make it. Can you stop by a gas station on the way and grab, like, some wine coolers and stuff? We’ll pay you back as soon as you get here.”

“Are you serious?” I practically choke. “You said you needed a favor, not an accomplice to a crime. There’s no way I can buy alcohol for the entire freaking senior class!”

“Oh, come on, please? You never get in trouble with your parents. It’s not like they wouldn’t forgive you for a one-time mistake. Besides, you don’t even drink, so that’s practically seventy percent of why any parent would even be mad,” Lucy argues.

“You don’t know my parents. That kind of disappointment would last a lifetime. I’m—I’m not doing it. I can’t,” I say, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

Lucy whines into the phone. “Please, please, please? You’re the only one who hasn’t already been drinking, and you’re the only one with a fake ID.”

“That was only to get into Hero Con last year when—”

“You’ll be our hero if you do this,” she interrupts. “Everyone is counting on you. Even Finn.”

Something jolts inside my chest, like a wire sparking to life. “Finn is already there too?”

“Yeah, he’s out back trying to get the barbecue working. Everyone is waiting on you.”