Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen

Mark, after wishing dad a happy birthday and giving him a wrapped gift he had gotten for him, had said a succinct goodbye to him and mom and we left. Dad's smile kept faltering as he looked between Mark and I.

The ride home was fun. Mark had taken us home with the car that brought him and Bella.

Bored, I had decided to taunt him. I placed my palm on my chest, "Poor Bella," I sighed, letting my shoulders droop as I turned to him, "how will she get home now that you've left with the car?"

He hadn't said anything. He jaw just remained clenched as he fixed his gazd outside the window.

I sighed again. "I hope her heart doesn't hurt so much when she's trying to go home or when her friends laugh at her that her lover left her."

I caught his pinky finger on the palm he pressed on his lap twitch.

I needed more than that. I sighed, suddenly changing the topic. "Now, I can't see the Italian bar guy again," my chest rose higher as I sighed loudly. "I guess I'd have to meet up with him some other