Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

But Astrid just took the flask back, whining, “Party
pooper.”
I was about to say ‘thank you anyway’, but we turned and
gravel crunched underneath the tires. I immediately narrowed
my eyes, on alert. There were no gravel roads on the way to
my house.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
But neither of them answered.
Suspicion twisted in my gut. I couldn’t be thrown into a
locker room out here, but they could find lots of ways to prank
me.
“Is that car still following?” Astrid asked.
“They turned off just as we did. Some road behind us,” he
answered.
“Cool.”
“What’s going on?” I demanded.
“We want to show you something,” Astrid replied.
“I just want to go home.”
The car jostled on the pot holes, and I bounced, hitting my
head on the roof.
“Ouch,” I hissed.
GGoddammit, this wasn’t funny. It was already after ten, and
I didn’t know these people. Why would they think they could
just drag me wherever they wanted?
“I want to go home,” I said again.
“Hold your horses,” Miles chided me. “We need you for
something.”
“What?”
“Climb up here, and sit in the middle,” he instructed.
“Why?”
“Come on!” Astrid yanked at my arm. “I need you to hold
my legs.”