Ouch.

Sometimes...life hurts.
Sometimes...people lie to you for no good reason.
I couldn't reasonably be mad. I knew the reasoning. It was too late for me, I had class, I was underage, but...I was still upset. Because it felt like a secret. And I hate secrets. I got less than half an hour. How was that fair?
I knew there was no way I could have been around or included.
I knew I would have been a hassle to hang out with. I would have had to be driven home. But I was willing to make concessions. Hmmm.
I didn't want to feel bad. I didn't want to jump to the worst possible conclusion. But the way he clicked out of it so fast, it felt like he didn't want me to see it. It felt like a secret.
I hate secrets.