Abigail's POV
"Hi, Elle," I spoke to my phone.
I flopped on my back on the bed. I squeezed my phone to my right ear and dangled my right leg over the side of my bed.
"Hey," was all she could say.
I looked to my ceiling on where to start this conversation as if a manuscript would appear from thin air that I could read from. A ladybug crawled across my ceiling, but no answers could be found up there.
"I'm sorry," I began.
"You didn't have to go with her." She repeated the same last words from our failed park date.
"I had to," I mumbled.
"Why?" She asked, very bluntly.
"I don't know," I sighed.
"See?" She got louder in my ear. "You're not a teenager anymore. Don't let her push you around!"
"Hey," I sat up in bed, "I've had enough of someone talking over me or for me for one day. So
