I continued to wipe my palms on my thighs. They just wouldn’t stop sweating. I stared out the window watching the passing street lights and the blurry road lines with the hope that this car would miraculously U-turn. I would ask my so-called friends to turn around if only they would listen to me; but they won’t. I know that because they’ve ignored my past 100 requests to turn back. I heard a faint tapping sound and I realised it was just my finger franticly hitting my arm rest – an obvious sign of my nervousness. I guess there’s just no way out of this now...
Feeling defeated I took out my phone and plugged in my headphones. Scrolling down through my music I found my favourite song.
                             ♪ ~You're my chocolate, 
                                                                          my sweetest chocolate,
                                                                                                     I really wanna have you~ ♫

I close my eyes as I breathe in deeply and feel my nerves slowly disappearing. Suddenly the song ends and I open my eyes to find that we were already here. Anxiousness takes over me once again as our makes its way into the parking space.

“WE’RE HERE!”
I looked outside to see the bright lights of the night club.
...
I’m going to die.