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secretive, and I don't know what's going on with you." Her voice wavered, and the cherry red flush that had appeared at the tip of her surgically enhanced nose told me she was fighting tears. "I'm worried."
    A pocket of grief erupted in my heart and I softened my tone. "I'm not trying to shut you out of my life, Mom. I just need some privacy."
    "When you love someone, and you've spent years protecting that person, it's hard to let go. It's one of the lessons I'm trying to learn. But, Angela, if I see you headed down a path that I know will only bring you pain, my job as a parent, as someone who loves you, is to do or say whatever it takes to help you steer clear of it."
    "I'm not a little girl who needs her parents to decide everything for her. I'm making my own choices, my own mistakes, and learning the lessons I need to learn. You can't do it for me. You have to trust that I'll do the right thing . . . and come to you if I can't make that decision on my own."
    Mom paused for a moment, her watery blue eyes holding my steely brown ones.
    "When you came home with that boy tonight, and you said his name, I nearly passed out from fear that you had done something you couldn't undo, something that would ruin your life. I know how you feel about him; you were very clear about it in your journal."
    "Mom, we had the sex talk years ago," I said, my eyes avoiding hers. "Please, let's not rehash it."
    "OK. But if you didn't use protection, and you need to go to the gynecologist, I'd be happy to take you and get things . . . taken care of."
    "I have no desire to be a teenage mother . . . or to make you a 40-year-old grandmother."
    Mom's left eye twitched at the thought of having someone call her grandma, but she quickly hid it by reaching out to push a strand of wet hair away from my face and tuck it behind my ear.
    "I love you, my brilliant, beautiful daughter." She hugged me.

    Although I was still mad about her invasion of my privacy, I hugged her back.
    "I love you, too, but you'll understand if I move to an electronic, password- and alarm-protected journal."
    Mom shook her head. "I swear you'll be the death of me yet." She squeezed my hand then left my room, closing the door quietly behind her.
    I turned off the lamp, rolled onto my side, my journal clutched tightly against me, and fell asleep thinking about Nick, feeling his warmth running throughout my body. I would deal with the repercussions of my imprudent behavior another day, but now I would replay the scenes of our joining in my mind again and again and enjoy every second.

Chapter Three
    I worried all weekend about what I would say to Nick, what he would say to me, when we saw each other in school. I was half worried he'd say something to me and embarrass me in front of my friends, and half worried he'd ignore me, making it clear that I had been nothing but a one-night stand. I wasn't sure which would hurt more.
    By lunchtime on Monday, I thought maybe I had lucked out of seeing him that day.
    My stomach was too tied up in knots to eat, but I joined up with my best friend, Gena, and another friend, Zoe, as they headed to the cafeteria.
    My nose wrinkled in distaste. We usually went off campus, to where the food was palatable. "What are we doing here?"
    "We needed a change of scenery," Zoe said, a smile on her poreless face.
    "She means the soccer team," Gena added.
    "Scenery is about all you're going to get in here," I mumbled as we got in line with the rest of the cattle. Gena and Zoe got their trays and moved down the line choosing their lunch. I, however, had to wait for a clean stack of trays, since my friends got the last two.
    The new stack finally arrived, hot and wet, and I grabbed one and slid it down the metal shelf toward the main entrees. I was looking between the greasy, cold pizza and greasy cold burgers and trying to decide which was worse, when hands grasped my hips and a hard body curled itself against my backside. Before I could spin around to see who was