Good Girl

Chapter 13

Abby’s PoV

I was such a bad fucking influence on that poor little girl. I mean that. I really was. Less than four months after we started talking, she started smoking.

But I’ll get into that one later.

Anyways, at this point, we were really good friends. Almost inseparable, actually. I would come over to her house like every other day, and we would just hang out and watch movies. She would wanna watch Silver Linings Playbook, I would wanna watch The Godfather, and we’d end up settling for Johnny Dangerously.

We did this so much, I eventually was able to memorize her address.

Is that creepy?

Maybe a little.

 But it came in handy later.