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and called us. That was two hours ago. What the hell have you been doing for two hours?"
    "Having the best sex of my life!"
    OK. No, I didn't say it. But I thought it.
    "Sean didn't have 'a' beer; he had at least three. I asked him to take me home but instead he stopped at the river. When I refused to make out with him, he hit me. I jumped out of the car to get away from him. He pulled my dress to stop me, and that's when it ripped. I was walking home when I ran into Nick. Unlike Sean, Nick gave me a ride so I wouldn't have to risk my life walking home alone."
    "What was this Nick doing at the river this late at night, Angela? Think about that while you're jumping to his defense."
    "I can't believe you two are so in love with Sean—or the idea of Sean and me as a couple—that you're willing to ignore the truth. Well, I'm not . . . Sean is a jerk and I'm never going to see him again!"
    With that, I stormed up the stairs to my room and slammed the door on the sound of Dad calling my name. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror hanging on the door.
    My hair looked like a tornado had touched down in it. My feet were dirty from walking barefoot across dirt, mud, leaves, and grass at the river. My new dress was ripped and dirty, thanks to Sean.
    Other than swollen red lips, my face carried no evidence of Sean's punch or the kisses and caresses Nick had bandaged it with.
    Thinking about Nick and what we had done sent tingles across my entire body. My nipples hardened and strained against the silky material. Tentatively, my hand moved to tease one point as Nick had done. The look on my face was one of pure pleasure. The look turned to sadness when I realized I would never again feel that with him again.
    I pulled the ruined dress over my head, tossed it into the trashcan, and climbed into the shower.
    Minutes later, as I was snuggled in bed writing about my first and only night with Nick in my journal, a soft knock sounded on my door. Mom walked in and sat down on the side of my bed.

    "Angela, I . . . ." She paused, hesitant, for some reason, to complete her sentence.
    "Mom, what is it?" I said impatiently. "You're acting so weird tonight."
    My sarcasm steeled her. "Angela, you know that your father and I love you very much, and we only want the very best for you."
    I tried not to roll my eyes. I'd heard this preamble a million time. It usually came before their insistence that I do something I didn't want to do. "I know that."
    "I . . . You know I don't usually pry into your life . . . ."
    Yeah, right!
    ". . . but after tonight, I . . . ."
    "Mom, what is it you're trying so hard not to say?"
    "Did you use . . . protection?"
    "Protection?" The word caught in my throat and came out sounding rough and ugly.
    "When you and Nick . . . had . . . sex tonight."
    I felt a burning in my stomach like I'd been stabbed, and I wanted to heave from the sheer embarrassment of it all.
    "Mom! Why would you think that?" I felt a massive twinge of guilt lying to my mom, but there was no way I was having a sex talk with her tonight, right after I had sex.
    That was just way too creepy!
    She placed her hand on my journal and kept her eyes downcast to its colorful cover.
    "You read my journal?" Now I realized why she was acting so weird earlier. She had read my vow to "be with Nick Donnelly if I ever got the chance" and was sure I had kept that vow tonight. Feeling betrayed and violated, I grabbed my journal and held it to my chest in a protective clutch. "How could you!"
    "My only excuse is that you're my daughter and I love you. These days, your journal is the only way I can find out what's happening in your life, what you're thinking and feeling, whether you're happy, when you might be in trouble."
    "Have you ever thought about just asking me?" Sarcasm gave my words a bite.

    "I do, but you just shut me out. You used to come to me to talk about your life, your friends, but you haven't done that since you turned fourteen. You've grown so