Mark had taken me with a sleeping Abigail towards Jessy’s car.
He had a casual Toyota, so we were comfy but not limo-classy.
“Ready?”
Asked a very attentive Jessy.
He was in a jacket with sweats on, which made his relaxed style look okay, but the buck tooth made me look away so I wouldn’t cringe.
It was like looking at a chipmunk.
He smiled a lot tonight while he was waiting on something.
I nodded in response, as my bad arm was on the door, and Abigail was resting on Mark's chest.
I looked at them both.
I felt horrible for what happened but was jealous of how Mark was with her.
I want someone like that, someone who doesn’t make me feel bad for simply wanting to live life or learn enough to make my own choices.
I always depend on Abigail for moral support, but I have heard Mark t
