Drrr. Drrr. Drrr.
It was the sixth call during the last fifteen minutes. I ignored the first two, the rest was just mercilessly denied. And the faster I denied, the faster he called back.
Drrr. Drrr. Drrrrrrrr.
"Who's Dominic Malcolm Jeremiah Sambler?" Sierra asked, referring to the name visible on the screen.
In the late manifestation of genius I came upon an idea to ask Borah if she'd help me pick up Sierra the next day. She agreed the second I told her it would be an excuse to skip classes. Now we were happily driving back, with Borah behind the wheel, me in the passenger seat and Sierra in the back.
Yeah, I'd won another battle for the front seat. Yay me.
She didn't let me drown in my victory, though, since she kept sticking her head forward and peering over my shoulder.
"It's A
