My Best Friend in His Princess Seat

Synopsis

As I tore down the interstate, it finally clicked who was sitting in the passenger seat of that car. That blacked-out Cullinan belonged to Ryan Carter. I knew that vanity plate better than my own social security number—RY-FEB5. I'd been standing right next to him at the DMV when he picked it out. The girl in the shotgun seat turned her head and grinned. She had her hair pulled back in a messy pony, wearing a white tank and a Cartier love-bolt on her wrist. It was Zoey James. My literal day-one sister. My grip on the wheel didn't even flinch. I didn't bother hitting the horn. Silent, I punched the save button on the dashcam. Then I eased off the gas and stalked them from the slow lane.