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    But Scar was right. I hoped my mom could go through with the divorce, and given her recent dates, it seemed she was finally acknowledging that the marriage had failed. In fact, I knew she’d already gone on the rebound and I didn’t think she wanted to bounce back. The only bounce I saw were her boobs when her much younger boyfriends came into picture and she ran right into their arms. Could I blame her? They were hot and young enough for me to date.
    I met up with Scar under the bleachers for the remainder of the year until school finished. Though he didn’t know it, he gave me a piece of my lost innocence back. He made my life worth living again. My grades picked up and school wasn’t as boring. I finally had a chance to get into medical school without my parent’s financial support. I remembered those few months at Scar’s side as the most honest ones in my life. Unfortunately, I would get one last sour lesson about men before I left for Washington.
     

 
    C HAPTER 3
     
    It’s a shitty feeling knowing that the one person you’d like to fall in love with is someone you can’t. And I knew I couldn’t, because anything more than friendship with Scar would ruin the best thing we had – each other. And there was no way I was willing to go that route. The last thing I wanted was for us to become that couple who would break up because the other one cheated. We’d seen it over and over again, at school and at home.
    Over the past few months, my mom had grown her own wings. My sister and I sat on the living room couch, watching her get ready for her “date” with yet another man, making bets as to how long it would be before they split. If someone told me that she was planning to screw every single guy in the world, I would have believed them. Still, not many made it to date number two. I had a feeling that while my mom wanted to give the impression of a whore, that was far from the truth. She appeared to be looking for something she’d lost long ago, and I couldn’t figure out what that was.
    Scar’s lawyer father hadn’t been home much – something about businesses and the FBI haunting his ass. Scar laughed that he’d finally get what he deserved. He insisted that his father was a son of a bitch who was screwing his secretaries instead of concentrating on a family that was falling apart. After having known him for a few months, I realized that Scar hated his father beyond limits. Yes, the guy had fucked up, but it wasn’t Scar’s fault. There had to be more to the story than he let on. I mean, their feud went beyond infidelity. But every time I asked Scar if he wanted to talk about it, he’d say it was less dangerous if I didn’t know. While I had a good reason to despise my father, he had never hidden his infidelity and claimed it made him appreciate Mom that much more – otherwise known as feeding your spouse a bunch of crap to justify your getting laid. Mr. Wagner was a hiding type of a cheater, which made his deception even worse. Spending time at Scar’s house was like watching a circus on wheels. Mrs. Wagner was like the mother I never had. Despite having servants and butlers, she was like Carol Brady or June Clever, cooking, baking, cleaning – things I’d never seen my mom do. Mr. Wagner’s office doors kept closing and opening as businessmen and characters I didn’t want to know anything about made their way through. One time I saw a gun holster underneath his arm before he put his jacket on and left the house.
    So there we were, away from our broken homes, walking hand in hand to an end-of-the-year party. It was also a birthday party for Brad, the football team’s captain, just a few blocks away from Scar’s house. I usually made a point to miss such events, but Scar was like a social butterfly who never seemed to linger too long in one place. While Scar technically didn’t belong to any social circle, he knew everybody. He was their social circle.
    His asking me to come… I