“We’re so late, though! What will Jackson say, especially after yesterday?” I tossed clothes around, and a few pieces accidentally hit him.
“I already called; it’s fine.” He grabbed a shirt that landed on him and dropped it to the ground. I found the dress I’d been looking for and chucked off my shirt with one arm. “We don’t have to go yet. We could stay and have some fun?” He said and reached out to me.
“Oh, no you don’t!” I smacked his hand away. “We’re going, get dressed.” I squinted at him. His shoulders slumped, and he dragged himself out of the closet.
“Fine.” I heard him shuffling around in the room and I ran into the bathroom with the dress in hand, checking myself in the mirror.
My hair was a wild, unruly mess. I found a brush and reached up to untangle it, and my mark sent a
