As I parked the car at the curb, my mom was waiting for me at the door of our house. Jared and I had gone our separate ways the moment we stepped out of my Gramps' gate.
I couldn't even bring myself to speak to him, let alone look at him. I just went the other way and never looked back, still confused about the way I acted in the closet.
But why does it matter? Jared is probably just some random guy looking for girls to trap in his net and release them afterwards. I'm still feeling guilty for my actions. This is so not me.
What if my Gramps were still alive and saw me acting this way? What would he think of me? I'd be disappointing him big time.
As I looked to my side, I saw my father's car parked. That's another thing...my father is home now.
Opening the car door, I locked eyes with
