A few days later, Kat asked me to go out to dinner with her and her extended family, which included the Forman's and her grandparents, who were my biological grandparents. My mom had not yet made contact with the Hyde's or my dad, so I agreed to go.

Mrs. Hyde talked to me privately before we went out. She told me that she didn't tell anyone else who I was and that Kat was going to do the same.

"Why?" I asked. I thought that my family would be eager to know who I was.

"Sarah going to be there, remember? Also, it will be interesting to see if they can figure out who you are. God, I can't believe that I didn't notice it before. You're so similar to Donna and Eric; they'll suspect at least something." Mrs. Hyde replied.

"Eric already suspects something. He said that it was weird that you were so much like him." Kat said, walking into the room.

"Yeah, and I kind of already told Steven,"

"But wait, I thought that you said that you didn't tell anyone!" I yelled almost too loudly.

"Ah, there you go! You have Eric's twitchiness. Yes, I did tell my husband, and he'll probably be dropping subtle hints all night. But he won't tell directly."

"I heard screaming," a voice said from the doorway. It was Mr. Hyde. He pointed at me, "Is this the girl?"

"Yes, Steven, this is your best friends' daughter, Jane,"

He looked at me for a few seconds. "Jane, huh? Did your mom name you after weed?"

"What? No! God, why would you even say that?" I was screaming again.

"Damn, you do have Eric's twitchiness. But you know your mom loved that stuff in high school."

"I know, but you know my mom, would she really name me after pot?"

"Maybe she did, subconsciously, because she knows how much your dad likes it to,"

"Oh shut up Steven, you're an idiot! Jane's a lovely name, I'm sure that's why Donna picked it." Mrs. Hyde smiled at me.

"See, thank you! I love my name." I replied.

. . .

When we got to the restaurant, I started to tense up. Mrs. Hyde and Kat simultaneously squeezed my hand. "It'll be okay," Kat said, hugging me.

When we got inside, Kat introduced me to everyone. "Everyone, this is Jane, my best friend. Jane, you've already met Eric, Sarah, and the boys, and these are my grandparents, Red and Kitty Forman."

Wow. Her grandparents, our grandparents I guess, started staring at me. God, I'm so sick of having people stare at me!

"Well, it's nice to meet you Jane!" Kitty said cheerfully.

We had a nice dinner. They asked me a lot of questions about myself. Red, who at first seemed grumpy and uninterested in me, was even smiling at the end. They didn't seem like they were suspecting anything.

My dad had been acting strange all night, like he had suspected that something was up with me. At the end of dinner, he finally spoke to me. "Hey, were you the one that took my high school year book?"

"Um, yeah," I said. I started to feel like I was choking.

"Why?"

"My mom went there," everybody immediately shut up.

"Oh, what's your mom's name? Maybe I knew her."

I got up and walked a few feet away from the table, planning to sprint as soon as I told him the answer, "Donna Pinciotti,"

As I was running, I heard the dropping of silverware. "Kat, go after her!" I heard somebody scream.

I stopped running once I got a few blocks away from the restaurant. Kat was a few feet behind me. "Are you okay?" she asked me once she got to me.

"No, I don't think that I'm okay. I can't go back in there right now, Kat."

"Jane, I know that this is overwhelming, but you have to go back in!"

"I can't Kat! I just can't! You don't understand how hard this is for me. You grew up with a dad, and I didn't. I've always wanted to meet him, but not like this." I was sobbing.

She opened her arms and hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry. I wish that I knew what to say, but I have no idea what you feel like."

"Thank you. I'm going to go home. Try to explain things to them, please."

"I will. I've never told you this before, but I love you, Jane. You're so strong, smart, and loving. I'm really honored to call you my best friend."

"I love you too Kat," I hugged her again.

. . .

I didn't mention anything to my mom about what had happen. The next night, we went out to dinner with Denji, Jean, and Maria.

"So, I got a call from Jackie today," my mom mentioned as I was taking a bite of food.

"Oh," I really didn't want to cry at dinner again.

"Honey, why did you agree to go out with them? We were going to plan out telling your dad in a more formal way!"

"Wait, what?" Denji interrupted.

"So, you finally told Eric that he has a daughter. It only took you 16 years." Jean said.

"Jean, you're not helping," my mom said seriously.

"It was dropped on me! He asked me who my mother was, and I didn't want to lie!" Damn, I had been yelling a lot recently.

"What? You should have lied Jane." Denji said.

"Well, my mother told me that lying was bad," I looked at my mom and smiled widely, hoping that it would make her calm down a bit.

"Jane, I know that you've always wanted to know your dad, but do you think that was the best way to tell him?" My mom had never been this serious with me before.

"No, and I regret it. I wish that would have never said anything."

"Well, you can't change the past. But you can change the future. As soon as we get home, you are going to call Kat and set something up with her."

"Okay, that sounds like a good plan. See, we worked things out. Everything is going to be okay."

We ate the rest of dinner in almost complete silence. The only talking that I did was with Denji. He told me that he and Ally had finally gotten together. I was so happy for them that it almost made me forget about everything else that was going on right now. He told me that she and him would love to double date with Graham and I. Crap, I hadn't spoken to my boyfriend since all of this stuff started to happen. I made a note to call him later. This was big; he needed to know about it.