"That may be a deal-breaker," Sierra admitted. "You know I'm not a morning person."
"Hey, you're the one who brought this up."
"Well, I changed my mind."
I laughed. "Too late. I'm telling Mom you suggested it."
"Don't you dare," she warned.
I made a show of picking up my cell phone.
"Cameron, don't do it."
"What'll you give me?"
"A knuckle sandwich if you keep pushing me. Bitches get stitches, remember?"
"I'm hurt. I thought it was hoes before bros."
"That too," she said.
"Fine. I won't tell her. Yet."
Sierra growled. "Tell me why we're friends again."
"Because we're too mean for anyone else to want to hang out with us."
"Good point."
I glanced at the clock. "We have to get back to work. I want to get home before dinnertime tonight."
Sierra reached across the desk and snatched my cell phone out of my hand. "Fine by me. I'll just hang on to this."
"Sierra, give that back."
"Maybe I'll text Brody and ask him for some dick pics."
I was on my feet in a flash. "Sierra."
With a wicked cackle, she dashed out of my office. I couldn't suppress my own maniacal laugh as I chased after her.
Thank God it was a Monday and we were the only ones here, because it would have been embarrassing for anyone to see us acting like a pair of idiots.
