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“Calling’s more efficient.”
I clear my throat, trying to stop myself from screaming at her. “How’s
your car? What’d the mechanic say?”
She ignores the question. “What time are you picking me up in the
morning? I usually leave by seven twenty-five.”
I’m still trying to get my footing in the conversation, and it takes me a
second to realize what she’s asking. Seven twenty-five? Our school is only
ten minutes away, and class doesn’t start until 8:05.
“I usually leave at seven forty,” I say pointedly.
She makes an impatient noise. “I have things to do in the morning. If I
had my own car, I’d leave at seven fifteen.”
“I guess you should have thought about that before you rammed your
car into mine, huh?”
There’s a stiff silence. “Are you picking me up at seven twenty-five, or
not?”
I grit my teeth. “I’ll be there.”
“Great. I’ll text you my address.”
“Great. Isn’t texting so efficient?”
A beat passes. “Cute,” she says in the most acidic voice I’ve ever heard.
Then she hangs up. I stare at my phone in outrage.
“Who the hell was that?” Thora asks.
“My nemesis,” I say, only half joking.
“I thought Tally was your nemesis,” Daphne says. Thora elbows her in
the side.
“Scots,” Thora says, grabbing the remote from me, “I don’t know what
this says about me, but your drama is becoming the most entertaining part
of my life.”