the all-girls school I'd surely be sent to if they ever found out...    

The first time I rode in a car with Tobin was definitely against the rules. I was sleeping over with my b.f.f. Erin after soccer practice and we were talking, and giggling, and practicing our new dance routine… Hit it. 5, 6, 5, 6, 7, 8 (16 count dance to Whoomp There It Is by Tag Team). And I was gushing over how much I liked Michael and how much she conveniently liked his best friend Nathan when we heard a pecking sound on her patio doors. “Do y’all wanna go stealin’ signs?” It was the boys and I looked a mess but Erin was already putting on her bomber jacket so I figured it was time to grow up. We all climbed in Michael’s gray Buick Dynasty and peeled off down Gasser Lane, flew a little too fast around the curves on 36, dipped and jumped through Devil’s Backbone, and layed rubber on Beer Can Alley. As I sat on my hands, I thought about the all-girls school my parents would send me to if they ever found out / As we stole a road sign, I could see my dingy jail cell / And as Nathan popped a beer for he and Erin, who was not wearing her seatbelt, I could feel the gates of Hell swinging open.