Chapter 46

Hanging off his arm, nattering nonstop, Mitchell refrained from sighing at Jenny's annoying presence. In the past, he'd never noticed certain things about her, such as her too slim frame-unlike someone's plush, curvy one. Ignored her habit of using too much makeup-so different from a certain fresh-faced girl with freckles he knew. Tuned out her stupid attempts at conversation, while recalling the fun he'd had verbally sparring with another.

Even on a date with a girl guaranteed to give him a good time, he couldn't stop thinking about Francine. Worse, he kept comparing her to Jenny, and poor Jenny, she couldn't seem to win in any category.