Knock. Knock. Mom pops in carrying a pile of laundry for me to put away, "You going out tonight?"
I close my book, "Don't know. Might just finish my book."
"Are you going to see Jake?" I hate putting away clothes, but if I don't start now, she's going to drive me crazy with questions. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, fine." I shove an armful of socks in the bottom drawer and coerce it shut, "I just don't really feel like going out. Is that ok?"
"Did something happen with you and Jake?" She's never going to stop asking questions.
"Mom!" Unable to hide my annoyance at the inquisition, "Nothing happened. I'm fine. I just don't feel like going out." And I shove the laundry basket back at her.
I don't even care if she doesn't believe me. I just want to be alone.
"Samantha Jane, what happened?"
Nothing.
Everything.
"Oh my god! I'm putting away the laundry, what more do you want?"
She stands there a few more minutes, just watching. Thank god the phone rings. Saved by the bell.
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Unthinkable
Teen FictionAs she prepares for Junior Year, 16-year-old Sammy doesn't expect to be a full-time member of the drama club, but when she finds herself at the center of a love triangle featuring the hot new guy and an adorable freshman, she quickly finds out that...
