FAITH

My "date" with Dylan was pretty fun. When I told my sister and my best friend about Dylan, they freaked out.

"Oh my God! You've got 2 hot guys on the hook! I'm so proud of you, babe!" Jocelyn exclaimed.

"Can I have one, please!" Hope begged.

"Guys, please. Dylan is only a friend. I feel nothing more than that. And Mason? I don't even understand the guy. He's so confusing, it's literally unhealthy. I'm just going to stay away. I'll find the guy for me one day." I tried to convince my best friends.

"First of all, you feeling nothing for them does not mean they feel the same." Hope explained.

"Second of all, we've known you all our lives. You're not convincing us. In fact, you sound like you're trying to convince yourself." Jocelyn added on, sounding more "matter-of-factly" with each word she spoke.

"So, which one is it, Mason or Dylan?" Hope asked. Turning to Jocelyn, "I'm betting for Mason."

I groaned, "I'm going to bed." 

The complaints of the two girls faded away as I walked closer to my room.

So, which one is it? Mason or Dylan?

Mason or Dylan?

And with that thought, I drifted off to sleep...

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I slammed my alarm clock. 

Silence.

"HOPE!" I called out.

No answer.

"JOCELYN!" I tried.

Again, no answer.

"Hey, guys?!" I sighed. 

I groggily jumped into the shower. I wanted one of the girls to call me in sick, I was not feeling it today. But, I guess I'll just have to face Mason today.

After my shower, I felt much more alive. I wore my clothes, did my hair and makeup, and walked to the kitchen to grab a muffin.

I looked at myself once more before leaving, I looked hot. Why was I trying, anyway..? 

I think we all know the answer to that.

But, denial is more appealing at the moment.

Right now, Gabe needed me. 

And, I wasn't going to let him down.