"Today, however can change things for better or worse. The outcome depends on you."
When a marriage fails, the residue trickles down to everyone in the family. Sixteen-year-old Daya Nicole Johnston must fight to understand what is happening in her l...
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**Piper**
"Well, that's a mood killer," Jay said when a fourth honk sounded. Then, Piper opened her car door and gestured for me to come over.
"Oh shit! It's Piper, I'll be right back," I ran over to her car with fear thumping on the ground as I stepped.
"What are you doing here, with him?" Piper asked as she looked over at Jay with fury in her eyes.
"I know it looks really bad, but I can explain," I blustered knowing that I actually couldn't.
She pulled my phone out of her car, "Banks told me to bring it to your house. You remember him, the guy you were all over last night." I reached out for my phone, and she pulled it back.
"What am I supposed to say? He kissed me!" My words were rash and desperate as I tried to rationalize the irrational.
"Banks has been nothing but sweet to you! He likes you so much and you're doing this to him! I fought for the two of you! Celia is still pissed at me because of it! He asked me to come over here and cover for you and this... this is what I found," she gazed at me with disgust.
"I know it was wrong. It just happened, Piper. He's been my best friend for years and I was just talking to him about something really personal. Banks will understand that, he has to," I twiddled my fingers anxiously.
She pushed my phone into my chest, "Maybe he will, but I won't. I saw the two of you before he supposedly grabbed and kissed you. You looked mighty cozy in my opinion."
With a finger pointed towards Jay she exclaimed, "That guy did the same thing to you that you're doing to Banks and he doesn't need any of that right now!"
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"You know that I like Banks, Pipes." I was wrong and I knew that.
"If you don't tell Banks about this soon I will and it'll be much worse than any sugar-coated crap you think can fix this." She was the literal definition of if looks could kill.
I deadpanned, "Thanks for bringing this to me." I tried to change the course of the conversation.
She got back into her car, "Tell Banks that," and slammed the door in my face.
