Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

It lasted for about another minute, and then Astrid slid
back in through the window, cackling and filled with
excitement as she rolled her window back up.
“That was hot, babe,” she told him.
The car slowed down, and I slid back over to the middle,
wiping at the sweat on the back of my neck.
“You should do it,” she said, knocking me in the arm.
“I’m fine.” I laughed a little.
Not that I wouldn’t try it ever, but I’d want to be with
people I trusted. I didn’t know these two well enough.
The engine started to grow quiet as the car slowed down
more, and I rubbed my hands down my thighs, drying my
sweaty palms.
Can we please get out of here now?
But instead of driving farther or turning the car around to
head to my house, Miles veered to the side, taking the car into
some grass, and crawled to a stop.
Why were we stopping?
He left the car idling, put it in Park, and everyone sat there
for a moment, the music droning on a low volume. I
swallowed through the dryness in my throat.
He wasn’t explaining why he’d stopped, and she didn’t
ask. As if they already had a plan and knew what was about to
happen.
Astrid turned toward me on my right, her voice low.
“You’re really pretty,” she said.
Something about her tone was…intimate. My mouth was
so dry.
“Thank you,” I replied, but it came out as a whisper.
I could feel his eyes on me, too.
“We see you around school,” she said. “You seem scared
to live it up sometimes. As if you don’t belong.”
I fisted the hem of my skirt. “It’s complicated,” I told her.