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my friend’s list to try and find him there and realized every trace of him was no longer available to me.
    Avery had blocked me.
     

 
    When I woke up the next morning, I had nearly forgotten about the things that happened while I was out with Avery—that one particular thing I didn’t wish to think about. I had texted Avery several times the night before, hoping he’d respond to one of them, but he ignored me like I expected him to. Then I thought to myself, Wow, look who’s acting gay now—like I just lost my boyfriend.
    Throwing on some light blue American Eagle jeans and a short-sleeved blue Hollister shirt, I headed down into the kitchen where I knew Mom would be making me some breakfast, even if Dad wasn’t home. As I suspected, when I sat at the table, Dad wasn’t there sipping on his usual morning coffee. I figured it had something to do with Dad taking the Taylor’s case, but I couldn’t really imagine them fighting over something like this.
    “Where’s dad?” I asked.
    “He went into work early this morning,” my mom said nonchalantly as she put a bowl of Lucky Charms in front of my face. “Eat up.”
    Lucky Charms for breakfast? What the heck was going on here? Shoving it away, I asked, “Where’s the usual breakfast?”
    My mother was clearly upset. Her face was bright red, her usually luscious brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, showing that she was crying before I came down. “I have to get to the church early this morning to talk to Pastor Morrison about the next sermon.”
    Mom was involved in the church long before I was born, working side-by-side with Morrison and my dad, which came as no shock to me. They loved our church, East Hill Nondenominational, which had been around for more than twenty five years. Morrison, who was aged sixty-two, founded the church, originally planned to be Catholic, but found that more people were open to the idea of “nondenominational” sermons, which was actually kind of lie. My family wasn’t as strict as some, but we did go to church every Sunday and Wednesday. On Wednesday’s I had my teen service, as said before, and my parent’s had a marriage group that they went to so that they could learn to be a holy couple.
    “Will dad be there tonight?” I asked, hoping she would say yes. I really didn’t want them to be fighting right now.
    “Maybe,” she shrugged. “You could handle going to Youth alone, right?”
    “Mom, it has nothing to do with going alone. Are you and dad okay?”
    She handed me a pack of Poptarts and said, “Go on now; you don’t want to be late, do you? I’ll see you around 3:30, okay?”
    “Sure,” I said, even though I had an hour before I even had to leave. “I’ll see you then. Have a good day.”
    She smiled to me, and then turned, leaving me in the kitchen alone. As soon as she left, I pulled out my phone to give my father a call. It rang once and then went straight to voicemail. He must have been busy with the Taylors. There was another person I wanted to call, but I knew she wouldn’t talk to me, and neither would Avery, who probably wouldn’t forgive me for the horrible things I said last night.
    Melissa and I went to the same church, and I knew she couldn’t ignore me forever. She was the love of my life, the one I wanted to spend forever with, and I was sure she wanted the same things. Once I explained to her about Avery, she would have to forgive me. A small part of me said it wasn’t true, that she’d never forgive me, but she had to. My life depended on it. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get any girl I wanted—okay, maybe that is how it was, considering I couldn’t have Melissa right now. Telling her Avery and I were friends would get us together again. Sending her a quick text telling her to meet me in the parking lot before school, I grabbed my bag and headed off.

    The school parking lot was empty for the most part; at least the student one was anyway. East Hill, which wasn’t very large in