Our first sober cab must have left with one less person than we arrived with because there aren’t enough seats in the car when we get outside.  Since we are the last two, I get in and help Spencer onto my lap.  She leans back into me once the car door is closed, and I wrap my arm around her waist protectively.  I’m hoping that in some way this is telling her that whatever comes of what just happened, we will make it through and I will take care of her.  Though I’m fairly certain I wasn’t communicating anything of the sort, or at least my message went unreceived. 

The trees and streetlights rush past us, and I try not to focus on it too much because I know that it will make me nauseous.  Instead, I attempt to join the conversation with the rest of the girls in the vehicle, but my mind never leaves Spencer and that big room.

When we pull into campus and pass our dorm on the way to the parking lot, Spencer bolts up, and groans while covering her mouth.  “You need to pull over right now, now, now, now, Spence is gonna vomit,” the words rush out of my mouth as I reach for the car door handle.  I get out right behind her and follow her to the snow bank to hold her hair back out of her face.  Rubbing her back, I watch the black liquid pour out of her mouth and onto the snow. 

Just then I look up and see the campus security vehicle coming to a halt nearby.  Since we are all under-age, I know that if we get caught intoxicated, we will all be in big trouble.  Especially when it wouldn’t be our first offense.  My voice is panicked when I warn her, “Spence, hun, you have to stop throwing up right now. Ok? Just hold it in for a little while.  We need to book it inside because campus security is here.”

I don’t know why it seemed like a good idea.  It was not subtle in any way.  In fact, if anything, it only incriminated us further.  However, our first response was to run.  We went into the dorm and to our room as fast as possible.  All the while looking over our shoulders watching the Rent-A-Cop security guards chasing after us.  What I wouldn’t pay for a peek at the security tapes of that whole situation.