Chapter 3

By Monday morning, the whole school had seen the post.

Not because I shared it.

Because people love drama more than they love kindness.

When I walked into the hallway, conversations dipped and restarted behind me.

A few guys from the team slapped my back.

“Forget her, bro.”

“She’s crazy.”

“Your dad messed up.”

I hated all of it.

Their pity.

Their anger.

The fact that everyone knew.

I made it to English before Tyler’s older cousin found me.

His name was Blake.

He was a junior at my school.

We had never spoken before.

He leaned against my locker like he owned the hallway.

“Marissa said you’re making my aunt look bad.”

I stared at him.

“She did that herself.”

His friends laughed.

Blake’s face reddened.

“You think you’re special because you caught one pass?”

I shut my locker.

“I caught the winning pass.”

More laughter.

Wrong move.

Blake shoved me.

My bruised shoulder hit the locker.

Pain flashed white.

I shoved him back before I could think.

Suddenly we were chest to chest.

A teacher shouted.

Coach Reynolds appeared like he had been summoned by rage.

“Enough!”

Blake stepped back, hands raised.

“Ethan started it.”

Coach looked at me.

My shoulder throbbed.

I said nothing.

In the office, the assistant principal asked what happened.

I told the truth.

Blake told a cleaner lie.

His aunt had been harassed online.

I had insulted his family.

He felt defensive.

The assistant principal looked tired.

“Ethan, given everything, maybe emotions are high.”

I stared at him.

“Given everything?”

He shifted.

“I saw the posts.”

Of course he had.

Coach Reynolds leaned forward.

“With respect, Mr. Carter, a grown woman publicly insulted a student after his father missed his championship game. If emotions are high, maybe start there.”

The office went silent.

I looked at Coach.

He did not look away from Mr. Carter.

Blake got a warning.

I got an ice pack.

That was school justice.

At lunch, I sat outside instead of in the cafeteria.

My phone buzzed.

Dad.

I had unblocked him the night before because Mom said emergencies were still possible.

Dad: I heard there was a fight.

Me: Not a fight.

Dad: Marissa says Blake was defending Tyler.

I laughed out loud.

Me: You called her before you called me?

The typing bubble appeared.

Disappeared.

Appeared again.

Dad: I’m trying to get the full story.

Me: You keep getting everyone’s story except mine.

I put the phone away.

Then it buzzed again.

Dad: I’ll come by tonight.

Me: Don’t.

Dad: Ethan.

Me: I mean it.

That night, he came anyway.

Mom opened the door but did not invite him in.

I stood behind her.

Lily sat on the couch, silent.

Dad looked exhausted.

His shirt was wrinkled.

His eyes were red.

“I need to talk to my son.”

Mom said, “He said don’t come.”

“I know.”

“And you came anyway.”

Dad swallowed.

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

I stepped forward.

“That’s the problem. You only act when you feel helpless. Not when I needed you.”

He looked at me.

“I talked to Marissa.”

“And?”

“I asked her to take the posts down.”

I waited.

“She said she feels attacked.”

I laughed.

Mom closed her eyes.

Dad said quickly, “I told her she was wrong to write what she wrote.”

That stopped me.

“You did?”

“Yes.”

“Did she take them down?”

“No.”

“Then what does it matter?”

“It matters because I said it.”

I shook my head.

“You want credit for whispering truth in a house built on lies.”

His face crumpled.

Lily looked at me.

I did not know where that sentence came from.

Maybe from Mom.

Maybe from being seventeen and tired of adults asking children to grade their effort.

Dad stepped closer.

“Ethan, I missed the biggest night of your life. I know that. I can’t undo it.”

“No.”

“But I can try to repair it.”

“How?”

He opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

Exactly.

He had apology energy, not a plan.

A car door slammed outside.

We all turned.

Marissa walked up the driveway.

Tyler followed behind her, looking like he wished the ground would swallow him.

Dad’s face changed.

“What are you doing here?”

Marissa smiled tightly.

“You weren’t answering.”

Mom muttered, “Incredible.”

Marissa looked at me.

“I think everyone needs to calm down.”

I stepped onto the porch.

“This is our house.”

“And Daniel is part of our family too.”

Lily whispered, “No, he’s ours.”

Marissa heard.

Her smile sharpened.

“That’s exactly the problem. You all act like he’s not allowed to love anyone else.”

Mom stepped beside me.

“He is allowed to love people. He is not allowed to abandon his children and then blame them for bleeding.”

Marissa’s face flushed.

“I never told him to miss the game.”

Dad turned.

“You told me Tyler would be devastated if I left.”

Tyler looked down.

Marissa snapped, “He would have been.”

Tyler whispered, “Mom.”

She ignored him.

“Ethan is almost grown. Tyler is still a child.”

I looked at Tyler.

He looked miserable.

Quietly, he said, “I told you he could go.”

Everyone froze.

Marissa turned slowly.

“What?”

Tyler’s voice shook.

“I told you Daniel should go to Ethan’s game. You said Ethan had enough people.”

Dad stared at Marissa.

The porch went dead silent.

Then Lily said, “He didn’t.”

Her voice was tiny.

“He didn’t have enough.”

Dad covered his mouth.

Marissa glared at Tyler.

“Get in the car.”

Tyler’s eyes filled.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to me.

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