“Look, I’m on my way home, but let me know if you want to get together,” she proposed.
“Is that OK with your parents? The last time your mom saw me…” I mumbled, remembering the awkward situation that led to Lydia being taken out of school in tenth grade.
“Look, Matt, they know I’m turning eighteen in a few months, and they know they can’t stop me from being promiscuous. They really like you do. My dad always thought you were super polite and respectful. Part of the condition for me being allowed to be at school again is that I put school first, but they’re fine with me having a boyfriend – it’s probably better than me sleeping around.”
“I’d love to see you, then. I’ve really missed you, Lydia… you have no idea how much.”
Grabbing my hand in hers, she began writing on it, “Here’s my new
