Angela was already dying of boardroom in her room. Her mother had the foresight to remove the phone from her bedside table. The girl was itching to reconnect with her friends to see how their nights had gone...and to tell someone about her night with Jordan.

She snuck out into the hallway and listened at the top of the stairs. She could just make out her parents arguing with Danielle about some party she wanted to go next weekend. They sounded distracted enough for her to take her chance.

Angela picked up the phone in the upstairs hallway and slipped back into her room and closed the door as much as possible. The cord was a little too short to close it all the way.

She decided to call Rickie first. "Hello?" Mr. Katimski said musically.

"Oh hi, Mr. Katimski. This is Angela; is Rickie available?" she asked as quietly as possible without rousing suspicious that she was in fact being as quiet as possible.

"Sure thing Miss Chase. I'll go and get him for you," he told her in the same musical manor.

"Great, thanks," she said politely and then waited as she bit her thumb nail nervously.

"Hey, Angela?" Rickie said uncertain.

"Oh hey, Rickie. Look I got grounded so if sounds like I'm whispering—I am,"she informed him quickly.

"Yeah, Brian said something about you not coming home last night," her friend said knowingly. "You talked to Brian? Why?" she said with mild annoyance.

"Because he's my friend. Hey can I tell you something...but it's kind of a secret," Rickie inquired covertly lowering his voice.

"Sure. I'm not suppose to be talking to anyone anyways," Angela said with a chuckle.

"Okay...it's kind of a big deal, but I don't want you to make a big deal," he said cryptically.

"Oh wow, what is it?" she really wanted to know.

"Corey was waiting for me at my apartment last night and he stayed over," Rickie told her.

"What? Like he was just waiting for you?" Angela squealed as quietly as she could manage.

"Yes and we totally made out in my room," he said as he blushed from ear to ear. His friend couldn't see him, but she knew that he was.

"Oh my goodness and then he stayed over?" she asked in awe of his good fortune. "Yeah...it was like, romantic," he sighed whimsically.

"I am so happy for you," she gushed.

"Thanks, you're the first person I've told," he confided.

"You mean you didn't tell your friend, Brian?" she asked with feigned surprise. "No, just you," he admitted.

"Well, do you want to hear about me and Jordan?"

"Totally," he said and waited with anticipation.

"He took me out to this house in the middle of nowhere and we, like, really connected. For the first time, it was like I just knew that he was really there for me, you know?" she said with satisfaction.

"And what happened in this little house in the middle of nowhere?" Rickie asked suggestively.

"We did it, Rickie. I am now a girl who's done the deed. Oh we told each other that we loved each other first...that's important too," she rambled.

"Clearly not as important as the other thing," he noted, but didn't want to say the actual word in case someone heard him.

"Sex isn't as terrifying as I thought it would be. I highly recommend it," she said in earnest.

"Yeah, but maybe you should have considered doing that thing you did when you wouldn't get grounded right after," he chided.

"We didn't mean to stay out all night. We fell asleep," she pouted.

As she finished her last sentence, someone picked up the receiver to the downstairs phone. "Hello? Is someone on this line?" came Patty's very annoyed voice. "Angela!?"

"Gotta go Rickie...Love you!" she said as quickly as possible and hung up.