Then, my phone beeped. That meant I had recieved a text message. To my delight, I saw that it was from Sam.

“R we still on 4 Saturday?” he said.

“U bet,” I texted back.

Just then, I felt euphoric tingling sensations pervade throughout my body.
I couldn’t help but feel breathless, as well as a little guilty.

After all, was it fair that I was hiding something like this from Mom?

The woman who gave birth to me and raised me and taught me to follow God’s laws?
I was her oldest son, and she wanted only what was best for me.

At the same time, I felt so angry at her for seeing…ugh…BRETT.
He put on such a “macho man” act, and he took every oppurtunity to show off his bulging muscles.

My dad could kick your butt in a wrestling match any day of the week, I thought bitterly.

At least Saturday was coming soon, so I had Sam to look forward to. Nothing could change that.