The state I'm in COMPLETED

Help me out

"So, are you in or out?" Cathrine asked, her pleading eyes locking onto mine as she pressed her palms together in a dramatic prayer pose.

I sighed. "Seriously, Cathrine? We're doing this?"

She nodded eagerly.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to process her latest scheme. "Okay, let me get this straight. You want me to sneak out in the middle of the night, meet you here, and go to a club?" My voice dripped with disbelief and just the right amount of worry.

"Don't forget to call Leo and ask him to meet us there," she added quickly. "That's the whole point. Come on! He's your best friend. You can do this tiny favor for me, can't you?"

I groaned. "God, I'm too old for this, Cathrine. You do realize that if I get caught, my parents will absolutely freak?"

There was no reason to take the risk. Why sneak out when I could just wait until after exams? It wasn't worth the trouble.

"No. Forget it. I can't." I shook my head firmly, knowing full well that she wouldn't accept no for an answer.

And, of course, she didn't.

She had figured me out years ago, knowing just how much I hated disappointing people.

With a dramatic flick of her hair, she inhaled deeply, batted her eyelashes, and folded her hands again as if summoning divine intervention. Then, in the sweetest, most ridiculously pitiful voice, she hit me with the look—puppy eyes, pout, the whole package.

"Pleeeeease. You're my only hope."

And just like that, I knew I was doomed.

I really, really wished I had said no.