“It’s curfew Hazel!â€? Amber yells over the music.

“What?â€? I yell back.

“It is curfew!â€? She says again point to her wrist where a watch should be. I glance at a clock on the bar and gasp.

“Crap!â€? I say and drag Edwin off the floor. “I am never late!â€?

The three of them laugh at me and I scoff. “What?â€?

“It isn’t a big deal, Hazel.â€? Edwin says.

“You’ve been late before?â€? I say incredibly.

“Yeah, no biggie.â€? He shrugs.

“Well, can you go now though? I still don’t like it…â€? I say, shifting uncomfortable. They laugh again but we all walk out to the car, the air now nipping at my bar arms.