Jackson

Jessa and Noah had barely pulled out of the lot when Mariah glanced over at me, a slow grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. Noah’s truck disappeared down the street, taillights fading into the orange wash of the late afternoon. I shoved my hands into my hoodie pocket, pretending not to think too hard about the fact that my twin sister just left with my best friend.

“So…” Mariah tilted her head, that teasing look already in her eyes. “What do we do now?”

I huffed ...