Stacey's POV

The engine refuses to come on no matter how hard I try.

Stepping out of the car, my hair is blown around by the breeze as cars drive past us.

With a groan, I drag my manicured finger over the hood of my car.

It's a mess.

Me and my girlfriends had been out partying and drinking, now that we are supposed to be going home, we got into a pothole that somehow stopped the car.

“Stacey, isn't your dad a mechanic or something?“ Hillary asks and I roll my eyes as the image of ...