On Sunday, I clean the house and constantly check my phone for a reply from Chase. I haven't gotten anything yet. I feel like he was ghosting me.

" Are you okay?" Mom asks when we sat down for breakfast that morning. " You've been checking your phone constantly? Is it the boyfriend?"

I roll my eyes.

" Yeah."

" Something wrong? You guys fighting again?"

" It's not really fighting. There's this guy I actually dated for a short time because I wanted to... you know...try and get Chase out of my head. Well…Chase got pissed I was dating him and this other guy and he wanted me to...