You had really done it now. Boyd had already caught you sneaking out multiple times this past month, so he was frustrated with you to begin with. But now, sneaking out in the middle of the night and going to a bar with your friends? There was no way in hell he was going to let this slide, nor would he be understanding with you about it.

By some miracle, your fake ID had fooled the bartender, so you and your friends had gotten drinks successfully. You were laughing and joking around, but you couldn't completely ignore the guilt gnawing at you. Boyd would be pissed if he found out where you were, you knew that for a fact. However, you kept finding excuses for your behavior. Most people my age do this, it isn't my fault alcohol is so accessible to teenagers... you think to yourself.

Just when you had blocked out the guilt from your mind, you felt your phone buzz. You pick up your phone to see who the text was from.

If you don't leave in the next two minutes, you are never stepping foot outside again.

Boyd. You immediately panicked, suddenly standing up and mumbling an excuse to your friends. You rushed out of the bar and looked at your phone again. Wait a minute, how does he even know where I am? Didn't I turn off my location? you think. Boyd was an expert at stalking, as well as being overprotective, so it wasn't a complete surprise that he had busted you.

"Get in the car, now."

You looked up from your phone to see Boyd in his car with the window rolled down. He looked pissed. You had no choice, so you open the car door and plop down in the passenger seat with a heavy sigh.

"Do you have any idea of how worried I was?" Boyd exclaims angrily. Oh great, the dreaded lecture you've heard at least 1,000 times already.