18. Scared of you.

I sit on the sidewalk, frustrated. I'm lost. I am so lost. I made Jerry drop me off the wrong corner. Where the hell is this party supposed to be?

I stare at the piece of paper in my hand. In Sebastian's neatly-written cursive is the address to the place where they're holding David's party. But it's no use. And it's not like I can just call any of them. This is what I get for not having a phone. There's no way for someone as directionally challenged as me to figure this out.

Standing up, I walk a bit, hoping for some of the street signs to enlighten me. But I'm in some kind of a commercial district in the wealthy part of the city, and none of the streets look familiar to me. Damn this. Maybe I should just call a cab and go home.

"Hey, girl!" a man hollers at me as I walk by him and his friends. Without looking, I gave him the finger. I would have loved to give him a kick in the nuts, but I have no time for catcallers right now.

Suddenly, an arm pulls