Chapter 15

“No time for mushy goodbyes,” Billy said. “I gotta get Jesse home.”

Before I could say another word or even wave goodbye, the blue car had backed out of the

driveway and sped down the street.

As we walked into Julie’s house, I flung my shoes off. My hands were shaky from the

ordeal, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with nausea.

I sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the kitchen wall, trying to process everything that

had happened last night. Julie handed me a glass of water.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Just a little freaked.”

“Better freaked, than dead. My head is pounding, but I think we learned a valuable lesson

here.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“No more parties with crazy, unstoppable party animals—or wild, furry animals either. I’m

still trying to process what we went through.”

“Yeah. Tell me about it. And we might want to avoid Barney-colored drinks and Long

Island iced teas too.”

“I’m sorry I took you to that party.”

“You didn’t know.”

“I ca