Lucian
Maybe I shouldn’t have done what I did earlier, I thought as we stood beside our ride at the usual spot where he normally picked us up. It seemed like Dionne wasn’t coming, as we had been waiting for over thirty minutes without her showing up.
“Guys, we’re wasting time. If she’s not coming, let’s just go home,” Hardin complained again as I stared at him, wanting to respond since he had been acting so weird since last night. This was something he had become fond of after spending so much time with Mom, but It felt worse today, as if he had started to see Dionne as his nemesis.
“None of you have her phone number?” the driver asked suddenly, prompting us all to look at each other multiple times, searching for who would respond first.
"She's not taking her calls," Hardin replied as
