haven’t even seen you in days. Hello, I miss you.” Tone it down. It sounds like I’m gushing.
Mark sits down in the seat next to me and my skin warms from being so close to him. I’m not sure why, I guess I just really missed seeing him. Everything’s been so weird and I feel desperate to fix things between us.
“You guys are doing better I see. I was nervous.” He looks from me to Tessa and smirks. The front door bells jingle again. Mark raises his hand motioning to someone.
The smile on my face vanishes as Courtney walks over to our table. She slides in the booth next to Tessa.
“Oh my God, this is awesome we don’t have to wait for a table. You guys are the best. I’m starving.” Courtney raises her eyebrows at Mark giving him a wicked smirk. “Are you starving, too?”
“I am.” His grin is equally wicked. “That was some night last night.” He snaps out of whatever moment they’re sharing. “The storm I mean.”
“Mark said he’s gonna take me fishing. Cassie he said maybe I could use your fishing pole being you haven’t been fishing,” Courtney says over her menu.
When he looks over at me, my head drops down. I can’t look at him. Every time I see Mark he’s with Courtney. In the short time we’ve been here I’ve been completely replaced. Replaced by someone much better I guess because she’s doing things with him I never did. I didn’t even kiss him.
“What do you say Cass, think she can borrow it?” Mark asks.
Get me the hell out of here . I can’t do this. The waitress comes to the table, pen in hand to take our order.
“I’m not feeling so good.” Tessa grabs her stomach and grimaces. “Cassie, is it okay if we leave?”
I know Tessa is faking it, I don’t know why, but I love her for it. “Yes.”
“No stay, we can drive you back.” Courtney reaches her hand out and touches my arm. “I want to hang out with you, you’re Mark’s sister. I want to be your friend.”
I coil my arm back, disgusted by her touch. “No, let us out. I should be with her if she’s sick.” Everybody shuffles out of the booth, I grab Tessa by the hand and the two of us flee from the diner.
“Why did you say you were sick?” I ask once we’re buckled.
“I don’t know. Something didn’t seem right in there. If you ever need someone to talk to about things you can talk to me. I can try and help you if something is wrong.” Tessa words are slow and deliberate.
Mark and I barely spoke since we’ve been here. That’s wrong. No more fishing. That’s wrong. He’s with someone else. Wrong. I’m lonely and miserable without him. I miss him. Last night when I was with Sawyer all I could think of was Mark. So, yes, something is wrong. Everything is wrong. Why did it take me so long to realize? Now that I finally do, what am I supposed do about it?
Tessa
“Are you sure?” Cassie asks for the tenth time.
I finish loading the trendy new laundry tote I ordered online. The extra-long shoulder strap it has makes it easy to carry. Best purchase I ever made being the laundry room is located all the way down by the front entrance. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m going to do my laundry tonight when everyone is out. Then tomorrow I won’t have to worry when it’s probably jammed with everyone who waited till the last minute.”
“I just wish you would come out, we were all so cooped up last night in the rain.” Cassie tugs on another pair of my borrowed shorts. Again, they are really short on her. She’s out to impress tonight, though, it’s not exactly clear who anymore. Today at the diner was really…weird.
“I’ll be fine. I have all the new magazines we bought today and I have a ton of laundry. I’ll probably be home later than you,” I say half kidding on my way out the door.
Hopefully I left early enough to avoid anyone who’s heading down to the lake. I haven’t run in to Tucker all day and part of me wants to keep it that way. The letter I hastily scribbled this morning
Mark sits down in the seat next to me and my skin warms from being so close to him. I’m not sure why, I guess I just really missed seeing him. Everything’s been so weird and I feel desperate to fix things between us.
“You guys are doing better I see. I was nervous.” He looks from me to Tessa and smirks. The front door bells jingle again. Mark raises his hand motioning to someone.
The smile on my face vanishes as Courtney walks over to our table. She slides in the booth next to Tessa.
“Oh my God, this is awesome we don’t have to wait for a table. You guys are the best. I’m starving.” Courtney raises her eyebrows at Mark giving him a wicked smirk. “Are you starving, too?”
“I am.” His grin is equally wicked. “That was some night last night.” He snaps out of whatever moment they’re sharing. “The storm I mean.”
“Mark said he’s gonna take me fishing. Cassie he said maybe I could use your fishing pole being you haven’t been fishing,” Courtney says over her menu.
When he looks over at me, my head drops down. I can’t look at him. Every time I see Mark he’s with Courtney. In the short time we’ve been here I’ve been completely replaced. Replaced by someone much better I guess because she’s doing things with him I never did. I didn’t even kiss him.
“What do you say Cass, think she can borrow it?” Mark asks.
Get me the hell out of here . I can’t do this. The waitress comes to the table, pen in hand to take our order.
“I’m not feeling so good.” Tessa grabs her stomach and grimaces. “Cassie, is it okay if we leave?”
I know Tessa is faking it, I don’t know why, but I love her for it. “Yes.”
“No stay, we can drive you back.” Courtney reaches her hand out and touches my arm. “I want to hang out with you, you’re Mark’s sister. I want to be your friend.”
I coil my arm back, disgusted by her touch. “No, let us out. I should be with her if she’s sick.” Everybody shuffles out of the booth, I grab Tessa by the hand and the two of us flee from the diner.
“Why did you say you were sick?” I ask once we’re buckled.
“I don’t know. Something didn’t seem right in there. If you ever need someone to talk to about things you can talk to me. I can try and help you if something is wrong.” Tessa words are slow and deliberate.
Mark and I barely spoke since we’ve been here. That’s wrong. No more fishing. That’s wrong. He’s with someone else. Wrong. I’m lonely and miserable without him. I miss him. Last night when I was with Sawyer all I could think of was Mark. So, yes, something is wrong. Everything is wrong. Why did it take me so long to realize? Now that I finally do, what am I supposed do about it?
Tessa
“Are you sure?” Cassie asks for the tenth time.
I finish loading the trendy new laundry tote I ordered online. The extra-long shoulder strap it has makes it easy to carry. Best purchase I ever made being the laundry room is located all the way down by the front entrance. “Yes, I’m sure. I’m going to do my laundry tonight when everyone is out. Then tomorrow I won’t have to worry when it’s probably jammed with everyone who waited till the last minute.”
“I just wish you would come out, we were all so cooped up last night in the rain.” Cassie tugs on another pair of my borrowed shorts. Again, they are really short on her. She’s out to impress tonight, though, it’s not exactly clear who anymore. Today at the diner was really…weird.
“I’ll be fine. I have all the new magazines we bought today and I have a ton of laundry. I’ll probably be home later than you,” I say half kidding on my way out the door.
Hopefully I left early enough to avoid anyone who’s heading down to the lake. I haven’t run in to Tucker all day and part of me wants to keep it that way. The letter I hastily scribbled this morning
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