No Ride Home
I met this guy at the mall and we started talking. He asked me if was free that evening and I told him that I was, so I gave him my address. He told me he'd pick me up at seven, so I got ready and he picked me up. We were going to get something to eat and catch a movie. Well, while we were at the restaurant, his girlfriend showed up just in time to see him lean across the table and kiss me. She came over to the table and started beating him with her purse and demanding him to tell her what was going on. He left with her. I was still at the table with everyone staring and no ride home.
— Elizabeth, 18