Haley's and Nathan's house

The moment I ran up the stairs I knew that I wouldn't get around for a discussion with my mom. And I had guessed right when she suddenly stood in my doorway and looked at me with piercing eyes.

"What was your purse doing at Davis Baker's house?" She asked, raising her eyebrows meaningfully.

I had pushed my purse with the revealing contents right under the bed, so my mom couldn't even come up with the idea to examine the contents. "I was at the Baker's house to meet Jude," I said, shrugging.

"If you were with him, why didn't Jude bring your purse back?"

As she stood in front of me and gazed at me with her x-ray vision, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Actually, we had always been honest to each other and I could come to her with any problem, but this time it was something completely different. I took a deep breath before answering. "Because he wasn't there," I confessed softly. I saw her squinting her eyes and expected a lecture.

"You know that Brooke and Julian are our closest friends," she said calmly. "And we had agreed then when you had told us that you and Jude had become a couple. But Davis…" She sighed deeply and ran a hand through her dark blond hair, which was already covered with gray strands. "Davis Baker is only using girls. You are too good for him, Lydia!"

Somehow I suddenly felt the need to defend Davis. "He's not so bad once you get to know him better," I said, raising my chin defiantly. It was already clear to me that she wouldn't accept my objection.

"I forbid you to meet with him!"

Astonished and a little shocked by the harsh tone, I stared at my mother. We never had disagreements, which was probably because I almost always gave in before a fight could escalate. But this time I was stubborn. "I'm almost 17, Mom!" I hurled at her. "As far as I know you were already pregnant with Jamie then and you and Dad had to marry because of that!" That I had gone too far I realized because she had suddenly turned pale.

"You... you don't want to tell me that you slept with Davis?!" She gasped in shock.

It was on my tongue to answer 'not yet', but I held back. On the way home, I had plenty of time to think about it and I had realized that I wanted it to be Davis, who would deflower me, not Jude. No matter what would become of us afterwards. But I had felt things with him that I had never felt before.

"Lydia Bob Scott!"

I rolled my eyes. When she spoke to me with my full, idiotic name, then she was really mad at me. "No, Mom," I said calmly. "I didn't sleep with Davis."

"You know Lydia, I wasn't proud that I had gotten pregnant when I was a teenager," she said calmly.

I nodded. "Have you ever regretted it?"

She looked at me thoughtfully and then shook her head. "I wouldn't have had your brother then. And he was a great gift. For me and your dad," she emphasized. "But that doesn't mean just because I didn't regret my decision, that I want my daughter to suffer the same fate." She looked at me intently. "So please be careful!"

"Now comes the inevitable talk about the 'flowers and bees'?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Believe me, Mom. What I know goes far beyond this."

"Yes," she confessed softly. "That's what worries me."

"I haven't..." I broke off and cleared my throat. Maybe the conversation would have been different if instead of Davis I had met Jude at the Baker's. Then maybe I wouldn't be a virgin anymore and had no indecent thoughts about my boyfriend's brother.

"You are still so young and your whole life lies ahead. Don't rush things, Lydia."

I nodded uneasily. How could I do that if I kept thinking about how it would feel to be kissed and touched by Davis Baker? My God, had I really sunken so deep that I didn't care anymore if I would become one of his many conquests? I knew that my mom was talking about Jude and me, but right now my brain was too busy going astray.

"Good." She smiled. "Then I'll let you do your homework now."

When she had left, I took my diary, sat down at my desk and began to write:

Wednesday, June 24, 2027
'I think I fell in love with my boyfriend's brother. What shall I do?'