Chapter 2
The gym went silent faster than I thought possible.
Not completely.
There was still the hum of the projector.
The soft squeal of a microphone.
The distant sound of balloons brushing against the ceiling.
But every conversation near us died at once.
My father’s face changed.
He did not yell.
That was what frightened me.
My dad, David Carter, was a quiet man. He fixed engines, paid bills late when he had to, and carried sadness like a tool he had owned too long.
But in that moment, something cold settled into him.
He looked at Ethan first.
Then at Mia.
Then at Ethan’s hand, still hovering near my arm.
“Did you touch my daughter?” he asked.
Ethan swallowed.
“No, sir.”
My father stepped closer.
“Did you hurt her?”
Ethan’s mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Mia whispered, “Mr. Carter, please.”
My father turned to her.
I had seen him hug Mia at birthdays.
Drive her home after storms.
Buy extra burgers because he knew she always said she was not hungry and always ate half of mine.
Now he looked at her like she was a stranger standing in his daughter’s ruined dress.
“Mia,” he said quietly. “Did you know he was still with Ava?”
She broke.
“Yes.”
The word hit harder than her crying.
Yes.
No confusion.
No mistake.
No misunderstanding.
She knew.
My father closed his eyes for one second.
When he opened them, he looked at me.
“Do you want to leave?”
I wanted to say yes.
I wanted to run to his truck, curl up in the passenger seat, and become thirteen again, back when the worst thing that had ever happened was Mom leaving.
But I looked around the gym.
Everyone was staring.
Some shocked.
Some hungry for drama.
Some already whispering.
If I left, Ethan would explain.
Mia would cry.
People would soften the edges until my pain became their “messy situation.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
Ethan’s eyes widened.
“Ava, come on.”
I turned on him.
“Don’t speak.”
He flinched.
Good.
The principal, Mrs. Alvarez, hurried toward us.
“Ava, maybe we should step into the hall.”
“No,” I said.
My voice shook, but it carried.
“I spent two months being lied to in public. I can hear the truth in public.”
Mia covered her face.
Ethan looked angry now.
Not sorry.
Angry.
That told me everything.
“You’re humiliating us,” he hissed.
I stared at him.
“Us?”
He realized his mistake too late.
A ripple moved through the students around us.
Mia lowered her hands.
“Ava, I never wanted to hurt you.”
I laughed.
“Then why did you?”
She had no answer.
Ethan stepped forward.
“It wasn’t like that.”
My father moved between us.
Ethan stopped.
“What was it like?” Dad asked.
Ethan’s jaw worked.
“It was complicated.”
Dad nodded slowly.
“Complicated is what cowards call simple wrongs.”
A few people gasped.
I wanted to cry again.
Not because I was weak.
Because my father had stood beside me without needing proof, without asking if I had misunderstood, without telling me to calm down.
Mia suddenly grabbed my hand.
I pulled away.
Her face crumpled.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
Those words almost reached the old part of me.
The part that had loved her.
The part that knew her mother drank too much and her stepfather yelled too loud.
The part that had promised, years ago, that we would never abandon each other.
But then I remembered the pregnancy test.
Two pink lines.
Two months of lies.
“You should be,” I said.
She looked stunned.
I hated myself for it.
Then I hated her for making me feel guilty.
Mrs. Alvarez guided us into the hallway before the whole gym completely exploded.
My father stayed at my side.
Ethan’s parents arrived five minutes later, dressed like they had stepped out of a country club brochure.
His mother, Linda Parker, looked at me as if I had spilled wine on her carpet.
“What exactly is going on?” she demanded.
Ethan opened his mouth.
My father spoke first.
“Your son got my daughter’s best friend pregnant while dating my daughter.”
Linda blinked.
Then she looked at Mia’s stomach.
Not her face.
Her stomach.
“Well,” she said stiffly, “we don’t know that for certain.”
Mia looked up.
“What?”
Linda’s smile was thin.
“Pregnancy tests can be wrong.”
Ethan looked relieved.
That relief made me sick.
Mia saw it too.
For the first time all night, she looked less scared of me and more scared of him.
“Ethan,” she whispered.
He would not look at her.
His father, Richard, rubbed his forehead.
“This is not the place.”
Dad said, “Funny. Your son thought it was the place to grab my daughter’s wrist and tell her not to make a scene.”
Linda’s face tightened.
“Ava has always been dramatic.”
My father turned slowly.
The hallway temperature seemed to drop.
“Say one more word about my daughter.”
Linda went silent.
I had never loved my father more.
Then Mia doubled over, clutching her stomach.
Everyone froze.
“Mia?” I said before I could stop myself.
She whimpered.
“It hurts.”
Ethan stepped back.
Not forward.
Back.
My eyes locked on him.
Mia’s knees buckled.
I caught her.
Even after everything, I caught her.
Blood dotted the pale blue fabric of her dress.
My anger vanished under pure panic.
“Dad!”
He was already moving.
“Call 911!”
Mia gripped my hand so tightly it hurt.
“Ava,” she sobbed. “Don’t leave me.”
I looked at her.
My best friend.
My betrayer.
A terrified eighteen-year-old girl bleeding in my arms on graduation night.
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“I’m here,” I whispered.
But in my heart, something had changed forever.
