I turned around slowly, my heart racing. "What did you say?" I asked, hoping I had misheard her.

"I said, see you tomorrow!" Sandra repeated with a smile.

I felt a knot form in my stomach. I had assumed this was a one-time thing, that Sandra was just being nice and giving me a ride home. But now she was acting like we were going to do this again tomorrow.

"Um, yeah, sure," I said, trying to sound casual. "Thanks for the ride."

I walked quickly up to my front door and fumbled with my keys, trying to get inside as fast as possible. I didn't want Sandra to see where I lived or know any more about me than she already did.

Once inside, I collapsed onto the couch and tried to catch my breath. What had just happened? Why was Sandra acting like we were friends now? And how was I going to avoid her tomorrow?

I knew I couldn't tell my parents the truth about where I had been. They would freak out if they found out I had been riding around with a stranger. But I couldn't keep this a secret forever. I needed to figure out how to get out of this situation before it got any worse.
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