Due to popular demand, I have decided to restart this story. I hope you like it, but it will take a while to get into the habit of writing the drama again. I'm going to pick up where I left off. But the Sean and Emma storyline has been bugging me, I was rereading this story and their...romance, has become so bland. So I'll stay away from them for a while, and if you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me! And don't FLAME ME!

Paige thought about what Angel had said. He was right, Jessica wasn't a little girl anymore, but she was still very young. Who did he think he was? He was too old for Jessica, and Paige could see right through it. All he wanted was someone who was easy. Now, that's a horrible thing to think about your own daughter, but it was true. Paige climbed the stairs to Jessica's room and knocked on the door.

"Go away!" was the reply she got.

She opened the door and closed it behind her instead. "We need to talk."

"I think you've said enough."

"No, I don't think so." She sat down on Jessica's vanity stool. "We really need to talk, Jessica."

"Then talk, I'm not stopping you."

"First of all, stop with the attitude."

Jessica sat up on her bed and sighed. "Fine."

"Now, I really think Angel is too old for you. Maybe you should find someone your own age? I have this friend of mine whose boy is just as sweet as can be, and he's your age and—"

"I don't want anybody else but him, Paige," Jessica said, her voice stiff. "I know my reputation makes this look bad, but Angel isn't like the rest of the guys I've 'been' with. When we were fooling around the other night, you know what he said right before you came in?"

Paige sighed. "No, what?"

"He said, 'Are you sure?'. Do you know how many people have ever asked me that?"

"How many?"

"None. He was the first one who cared enough to wonder if I was ready, let alone ask if it was okay. Most guys just assume that if you don't say no its okay. But he didn't. That says something."

Paige rested her head in her hands and sighed. "I don't know what to do, Jessica, this parenting thing is new to me and-no matter what I do-I screw up either way. If I'm cool and let you have your way, you sleep around. If I'm not, then I'm some monster and you hate Me." she wiped tears from her cheeks.

"I don't hate you, Paige," Jessica told her, moving next to her. "And I'm not going to sleep around anymore. I know that its wrong and stupid, and I got an STD from it. I've learned my lesson okay? And even if I do sleep with Angel, it won't be until the STD is gone, which may take awhile."

"Jessica, I'm worried that you're going to get hurt—" They were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell downstairs, and then the maid saying, "Mrs. Steele! Visitor!"

Paige sighed, "We'll talk about this later." She went downstairs and about stopped in her tracks. "Spinner? What are you doing here?"

Angel walked down the street, wondering what had been going on with Jessica. First she's all over me, he thought to himself. Then she says we're just friends? Does she know how much she's hurt me? It was everything I could do not to grab her and kiss her last night. But that would have been so insensitive. He heard someone say, "Angel-Eyes!" He stopped. Only one person had ever called him that. He turned around. He was right.

A girl with short blond hair came walking toward him. "Max, what do you want?" he asked her.

"Relax, baby, I just wanted to see you," she said, kissing him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He grabbed her wrists, and pushed her away. "Stop it."

"Don't you want me anymore, Angel?"

"Max, I told you, I have Jessica."

"Oh right, the little slut from Florida? You know what I heard about her?" She screamed. "She has an STD, from sleeping around. Did you know that? Did your precious Jessica tell you that?"

"You're lying, Max, she doesn't. She's pure, she hasn't slept around."

Max started crying. "She's got you fooled, Angel. She doesn't want you like you want her! She just wants to have sex, then she'll be gone!"

"She isn't like that!" Angel yelled.

"I love you, Angel," she put her hand on his face. "You were my first and you can just walk away from me for some slut?"

"She isn't a slut, quit calling her that!" Angel took a step back. "I don't know where you heard this from, or why you even bothered telling me, but—"

"I volunteer at the health department, remember? I was there when Jessica went to get tested, and I saw the records. She's on the shot…and she has Gonorrhea." Her voice was calm, but she was still crying. She bit her lip to try to stop but it didn't work.

Angel just stood there for a minute, not knowing who or what to believe. "Even if what you're saying is true, it doesn't matter. I love her, and she loves me."

"Who are you kidding, Angel-Eyes? Even if she does love you, she couldn't possibly love you as much as I do." Max walked toward him. "Don't leave me for her, please don't do this to us. We're meant to be together."

"Max, it's already over. I'm sorry."

"This isn't over, Angel-Eyes. By the time I get done with that little slut, she'll wish she'd never been born."

"You said our daughter was here," Spinner said quietly. "I was hoping I could see her."

Paige stood in shock. "You should have called…Jason doesn't like it when I have guests without telling him."

"What is he, your father?" Spinner asked. "I dare him to make me leave."

"Spin, please," Paige said, touching his arm. There was a minute of silence where they both wanted to kiss on another. But Paige said, "Um—Jessica is upstairs."

"Jessica? I thought you named her Maria?"

"I did, they must have changed he name. Follow me," Paige turned her back to Spinner and tried to regain her composure as she walked up the stairs.

Paige knocked on the door. "Jessica, someone's here to see you."

"Unless it's Angel, I don't want to see anyone!" Jessica shouted.

"Angel?" Spinner asked.

"I'll tell you later," Paige said. She opened the door anyway. "It isn't Angel, it's your dad."

Jessica sat up on her bed. Spinner noticed that she had been crying. She looked so unhappy, so devastated. Something inside of him told him it had nothing to do with her adoptive parents dying, it was something else. He silently wondered what he had done by making Paige give their daughter up.

Jessica didn't have much to say, and it looked like she definitely wanted to be alone.

"Honey, he's your father, please talk to him," Paige ventured.

"Paige, its okay," Spinner said. "Maybe some other time?"

She nodded in agreement and the two left the bedroom.

Later that night, Paige and Spinner sat on the couch of Paige's deluxe bedroom. "Who's Angel?" Spinner asked.

"This guy that Jessica has been seeing," Paige told him. "I think he's way too old for her."

"How old is he?"

"Seventeen."

"Well, that's not so bad. I mean, as long as she doesn't sleep with him or anything—" The look that Paige got on her face told him to stop. "Has she?"

"Slept with Angel? No," Paige answered.

"With anyone?"

Paige sighed. "Yes, she used to sleep around."

"She's fifteen!"

"Fourteen," Paige corrected him. "But I don't blame her. I mean, there's no telling why she did it. Maybe she wanted attention that she didn't get from us because we gave her away. It's not anything to worry about anymore, she's learned her lesson."

"What makes you so sure?"

"She has Gonorrhea," Paige told him and winced, almost in fear, of how he would react.

He didn't yell or get angry like he used to. He just fell back against the arm of the couch and said, "God, what have we done to our daughter?"

"There's still time to make things right, of course we can't reinstate her virginity but we can show her that she can get attention without sex."

"This Angel guy, does he make her happy?"

Paige stopped. She'd never even thought of that. What kind of mother was she? A new one, something answered from inside her. "I don't know, I never really thought of that. She keeps insisting that he's not after her for sex or that he's different. I think he does make her happy."

"Then let off about the age issue, it'll just be worse if you don't."

"You're right."