Emily's POV:
Lucas' words, "I like someone else," echoed in my mind all day. After fleeing the living room yesterday, I drove around until Alex told me Lucas had gone home. I couldn't face him after what he said. Who was she? Do I know her? Could it be Alex? But she already has a boyfriend.
Frustration consumed me.
"Emily, time to get up. We have church," Aunt Lily called. I loved church; I had been in the choir at my old church before we moved to California.
Lucas had moved to California with his mom the summer before 7th grade, and fortunately, we ended up in the same school and class. We hung out every day, and a few girls were jealous of our closeness until Casey came into the picture a year later.
The doorbell rang, and I opened it, surprised to find Lucas. "What are you doing he
