#Chapter18 3B

I started the car feeling the nerves in my stomach, I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't a good driver and it didn't help that Charlotte wanted to jump out the window every mile, Dylan asking to stop to throw up and Blake snoring without any other concern. I felt Chris's hand slip into mine giving me some support, I smiled a little and continued at a granny pace following Chris's instructions to his house.

‘’Sorry!’’ I yelled as I hit the brakes too fast and sent everyone slamming their faces into their seats.

"Thank God we're here, I think I'm going to throw up again," Dylan...