Dante
Amir’s car was quiet for a morning drive and I knew it was probably because we were mostly hungover. Mateo and Slyder were in the back seat, both ignoring each other. Mateo was scrolling through his phone, his brows furrowed, while Slyder leaned against the window, her sunglasses hiding her expression. I had thought after the night she had, she wouldn't even want to go to class, but I guess she didn't get those great grades of hers by slacking off.
I sat in the passenger seat, staring at my phone, hoping, praying that Nora would return my hundredth call.
She hadn’t. Not after the five times early this morning. Not after the three voicemails I left this morning.
Amir glanced at me as he turned a corner. “You’ve been staring at that screen like it’s gonna give you the answers. She
