TRIFEXTRA: Curfew

This post is in response to Trifecta's Trifextra Weekend Challenge. They gave us simple directions this weekend. Tell 3 truths and 1 lie in 33-333 words. This story was the first thing that came to mind. Enjoy!

Curfew

Lips buzzing and head in the clouds, she started the car as she watched him walk away, giving her one last wave before disappearing into his house. Being late for curfew was not a concern at the moment. Floating. 

On a school night her parents insisted she be home by 9:00 p.m. She held up her phone to see the time, but was met by a dark screen. Her phone battery had died earlier in the night. She tossed the useless technology on the seat and glanced over at the dashboard clock. It read 9:23 p.m. Late.

As the car hummed along the long, desolate stretch of highway to her ultimate destination, reality set in. Sinking. Exhilaration flipped to distress as her exit to home approached. Four minutes and a stop for gas was all that stood between her and her fate. Nervous. It all depended on how she played her cards. Her deception skills were lacking. If she wanted to see him again, though, she would have to come up with something believable. Think. 

The car rolled cautiously into the driveway. The porch light shone brightly, warning her they were waiting.  Panic. The door opened as her mother stood there, arms crossed, daggers shooting from her eyes. Breathe.

“Mom, sorry I am late. I completely lost track of time, had to stop for gas, the battery died on my phone and my girlfriend needed a ride home.”

Her mother’s glare softened. 

“I’m tired. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

Parting ways, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then, from the top of the stairs, she heard her mom’s voice reveal,  

“By the way, Bradley called to make sure you got home safe. He said he couldn't reach you on your cell phone after you dropped him off.”

Caught!