Hey guys, so I (18F) had something happen recently that’s still bugging me, and I’d love some outside perspective. (all fake names)

A few nights ago, I went to my friend Lisa’s (18F) house around 8PM to study for a big exam. We were supposed to be tutored, but the tutor canceled last minute, so we decided to review together.

Around 11PM, Lisa started acting tired and clearly hinting we should leave. I was annoyed because she’d been interrupting me while I was trying to explain stuff to our other friends, Maya (18F) and Zoe (18F). We hadn’t finished reviewing, and I usually sleep by 10PM, so I was tired and frustrated.

As we were leaving, Maya mentioned she was really hungry and had no food at home. Zoe suggested a place she liked. I said I wasn’t hungry, but Maya wanted to go, and I didn’t want to be a killjoy, so I agreed. We had two cars — Maya came with me, and we followed Zoe.

I assumed the place was nearby… it wasn’t. Zoe drove us somewhere farther away with traffic. I’ve only had my license for four days, so I was anxious. I managed to park, but Zoe struggled and got honked at.

When we got there, Maya realized it only sold crepes and juice — not what she wanted. She asked some guys from school (who I didn’t want to see looking like I just rolled out of bed) for other spots, and they suggested a nearby place.

At this point I was done. It was late, and I told Maya I wasn’t driving anywhere else. Zoe, stressed about the parking, suddenly said she was leaving. I was like, “Wait, I don’t even know how to get home,” but she left anyway. I followed her out, assuming we’d all head home. Then she called and said she was low on gas and going straight home, meaning I had to drop Maya off alone.

I was fuming. I started venting, saying it wasn’t fair I was stuck in a situation I didn’t even want to be in. Maya asked to stop for food, and I said no. My dad was calling nonstop, and I had to lie about where I was.

Then, turning onto Maya’s street, a car came out of nowhere and almost T-boned me. I swerved, the guy braked just in time. No damage, but I was seriously shaken. I jumped out and started yelling, and the guy stayed weirdly calm, saying the same thing happened to him last year… what?

At that point, I just wanted to drop Maya off. She was sweet and insisted on riding with me to my house and getting a cab after so I wouldn’t be alone. I really appreciated that. But once I got home (around 1AM), I was so overwhelmed I sent Zoe a harsh message for bailing.

Now I feel guilty. Zoe really was low on gas. Maya just wanted food. The accident wasn’t their fault. But I still feel like I was dragged into something I clearly didn’t want to do.

So… AITA for blaming my friends for how the night turned out?