Aubrey

"You have got to be kidding me!" I screamed. I was video chatting on my laptop with Ashley, one of my white friends from catholic school in Vermont. "I'm not. I saw him hugging Heather at the food center." Ashley shook her head and folded her arms.

The food center was the place Mike and I always went on our lunch break and after school. It was basically our "thing." Mainly because we hated hanging around a group of people when we would much rather spend quality time with each other.

"That's why he hasn't called or responded to my texts." I whined, lowering my head and sniffling, on...