Eleanna: Okay.
Mark: My mother doesn’t know this is arranged so you’ll need to sell it.
Eleanna: Okay.
Mark: Don’t get so excited. Your uncle was getting antsy.
Eleanna: Okay.
Mark: That was a test to see if you are a bot. You failed said test.
Eleanna: =P
Mark: Bots can send emoticons.
Eleanna: Any advice for winning over your mother?
Mark: No, she’s easy
Eleanna: Your father then?
Mark: He’s the opposite, but if he hates you, you’ll never know it.
Eleanna: Apple, meet tree.
Mark: I told you I don’t like you directly
Eleanna: You hate everyone, and they don’t know it.
Fuck me.How does this woman already know me better than almost everyone? Well. I let her in. Robbie, father, the guys, they all know this about me too because I’ve shown them. I need to show her less. A lot fucking less.
Mark: Just stand next to me and smile like always.
Eleanna: So continue living the dream, then.
Eleanna: =)
Mark: Sarcasm doesn’t suit you.
Eleanna: Okay.
Mark: Much better.
Eleanna: That was a sarcastic okay.
I catch Ric eyeing me in the mirror. I frown. When I do, I realize I was just, well, I guess it could be called grinning. Genuinely. The realization makes my body heat up, itchy and irritated. I scratch at my upper back and I grit my teeth. I also make note of where all the knives are hidden in this vehicle. Maybe I should use one to put myself out of this misery.
Mark: I’ll see you Saturday
Mark: And only call or text for emergencies.
Mark: and no fucking combat boots or backless dresses. These people expect elegance.
There. We are not friends. So why the hell did I just spend so long texting with her?
CHAPTER 9
Eleanna