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goals and dreams.
     
    But Jame and me- we just floated through our junior year together.  Nothing bad could touch us. Our grades went higher.  We did all our community service together.  I made Crimson Times editor and he became the first junior co-captain of the basketball team.  We were golden together.
     
    The night of our junior prom was magical. We had slaved for weeks making decorations to transform the gym into Camelot, a mythical land of castles and knights.   Formal dress made Jame look like a college guy, and I wore a fairy tale dress with the highest heels because I swear, Jame kept getting taller! 
     
    Snuggling later that night at Maddie’s after-prom party in front of her fireplace, we vowed to always remember this special night, as we grew old together over the years.  That wonderful boy left me breathless and speechless at the same time.
     
    “Cath, come on please.  I can’t take it any more,” Jame groaned as we struggled to get even closer.  We were at our secret place in the woods behind my house, lying together on a blanket I snuck out of my house.  It was an early June night near the end of the school year and our romance had progressed a few levels deeper emotionally and physically.
     
    Jame and I had moved from plain old baby kissing to deep tongue action, from holding hands to touching me all over and tonight he wanted me to touch him.  It all felt so good and so bad-scary at the same time.  I mean we went to a Catholic high school where we would get lectures in health class about never doing any of this until we were married.
     
    Jame took my hand and guided it down and as I did what he wanted, he gave a loud groaning shudder and kissed me like he’s never kissed me before. I felt so powerful yet afraid at the same time.  Was this right? Was this wrong?  I was so mixed up with love for Jame and what our bodies wanted to do.
     
    Two days later it got more intense.  Jame had his father’s car and we went “parking” on a deserted country road behind a closed ice cream store. It was like we were this combustible thing getting hotter and hotter.  The clothes started coming off and if it wasn’t my time of the month we might have done it right there in the car.
     
    It was wonderful.  It was awful.  Jame and I promised to slow down.
     
    A few days later, he broke up with me… again.
     
    “My Dad made me talk to Father Tim yesterday.”
     
    “What for? What’s Father Tim got to do with you?”
     
    “My dad is afraid something bad is going to happen with us getting into trouble.”
     
    “What trouble? What are you talking about?”
     
    “Shhhh. keep it down, please Cath.” Jame walked me over to the empty side of the cafeteria.  “You know- like if something happened to you, like get pregnant or something.”
     
    “Yeah, but we didn’t DO that!’ I protested starting to feel sick in my gut.  Jame’s father was talking to him about me like that? Getting pregnant?  Jesusmaryandjoseph!
     
    “Yeah, but we almost did the other night. My dad made me talk to Father Tim about stuff.”
     
    “So what did he say?”  This was sounding worse and worse.  I was embarrassed and petrified.
     
    “Father Tim said I should avoid temptation.”
     
    “Meaning…?”
     
    “Well, meaning we shouldn’t be like that anymore.”
     
    I felt a little relieved. OK, we could do that. No more fooling around. “All right, we’ll stop.”
     
    “Well that’s not really all.” Jame looked around uncomfortably.
     
    And there we sat in the cafeteria when he dropped the second bomb of my life on me.  “Meaning we have to break up so my dad will keep supporting me in my basketball thing.”
     
    I sat there on the skinny bench stunned and not wanting to believe what I was hearing.
     
    “You’re breaking up with me again, Jame?  Tell me right now that’s not what you’re doing.”
     
    “I’m sorry, Cath.  I don’t know what to do.  Basketball is what’s