“Arissa, are you feeling well you look ill? Did you get sick in the restroom? Oh my God, are you pregnant?” Mom asks.
Looking to my dad, “Jake she’s pregnant, it’s all coming together now. The smell of seafood made her nauseous, then she snapped at the waiter and now she comes back looking like she just threw up.” Almost breathless now she finishes with, “OMG you are, aren’t you?”
I look at her wide-eyed and answer a little too loudly, “What? Mom! No way, are you freaking crazy? You know you always do this overreacting crap; I am so tired of it. I just had a little incident in the girl's room, it was kind of stupid.”
“Oh are you sure you aren’t pregnant? I mean it all fits together. I know you have this new boyfriend. I think his name is Damon. You haven’t told me if you guys are doing anything yet, but I would hope that you are using protection if you are.”
“Wow, really mom?” Throwing my hands in the air, “I am not having SEX and I do not plan on doing so until I am married. I have more respect for myself than that.”
Mom looks at me still not quite believing me, “Well dear I hope that you do, but sometimes you live in the moment and things can happen. I know this because that is how you got here.”
The moment? Really? “Mom, I can promise you if ‘ the moment’ happens, I will use all the necessary precautions. I do not want any children before I go off to college. I want to be able to finish college and, then think about marriage, maybe buy a house and then start a family. I don’t want to end up pregnant and possibly sabotage what I have worked so hard for already.”
I pause, thinking of how to change the subject quickly. “Speaking of which, I talked to the school counselor today. We think that I should apply to all the major colleges. She thinks that with my grades I should be able to get a scholarship. I am so excited. I know that they are quite a ways from home, but I really want the whole college experience. So what do you guys think?”
Mom sits up straight in her chair, “Arissa I think that is great. Your father and I both went to Yale. I think that moving away from home and being on your own would be beneficial to you. You could get the whole college experience as well as learn to be self-sufficient.”
I let out a breath of relief, “So, you are both okay with me applying to those colleges?” I look to my dad for an answer.
He gives me a reassuring smile. “Yes dear, we are very excited that you want to do this. We are very proud of you. I hope you know that?”
With an excited smile I squeak, “Yay!” Then I get all serious. “I have to start applying over the next few weeks. So will you help me over Christmas vacation?”
Nodding their heads eagerly, “Of course we will help you.” Feeling a sense of relief, I finish my dinner lost in my thoughts and listen to them chat about work again.
Once we get home, I rushed upstairs to finish my homework. I really hate Trig. I just cannot seem to wrap my head around all the angles and formulas. I just have to understand it enough so it does not affect my GPA. I just pray I can because it has been so hard for me. I am usually good at math. I think Algebra is more my thing.
I hear my phone ring, looking for it under the papers scattered on my desk. I finally find it under my binder. I look at the caller ID and see its Damon; I almost forgot that he was going to call me tonight.
“Hello?” As I answer the phone.
“Hey Babe how was dinner?”
Reaching for my soda and taking a quick swig I reply, “It was good, I got to talk to my parents about the colleges that I want to go to.”
With disappointment in his voice he asks, “Oh really? Where are you planning to apply?”
Ignoring the way he said that, “I am going to
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