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My phone buzzes from the center console, the sudden interruption disturbing the quiet of my car. I grab it, and Layton's text flashes on the screen: "Man, you better come over to Deeja's home party; Harper Clarke's looking lethal hot."
Motherfucker!
When do I get a break?
I turn on the engine, a growl escaping my lips, and step on the acceleration, speeding out of the mall lot. I have to give up on waiting until 9:30 for Amy. I want to be there and talk to her, knowing today will be tough when she finds out she lost her job, but this can't wait.
While I drive towards the location on the stupid card that the girls gave me from Amy and Harper's class earlier, I remind myself that Amy and I do end up under the same roof at night every day. We will have a lot of conversations I am
