I pushed my chair back and stood up to leave. �Where on earth do you go everyday?� my father asked, not looking up from his newspaper.

�Out.� My father gave me one of those parental I-know-you�re-holding-out-on-me looks. Well, I didn�t care, I wasn�t volunteering any information. If he wanted it he would have to drag it out of me.

�And what do you do while you�re �out�?� I shrugged. �Go see friends.� I ventured, although that wasn�t exactly true...

�Mmm hmm.� my father mused, nodding. I watched his facial movements. He was moving in for the kill....

�So, Johnny tells me you have a boyfriend.� My eyes popped open. �WHAT?!�

�Ah-ha. So who is this boy that is of so mush interest to you?�

I sputtered, �Who?! What?! How?! That little...� I trailed off, grumbling.

�Well, I want to know?� Great. He thought it was kind or cute or something. How embarrassing. I scowled.

�In fact,� my father leaned forward, �I want to meet him.� My jaw dropped. Dad was not going to like Jack. Sure, he�s very open-minded but when it comes to his children...no way. Especially me. He thinks since Johnny is a guy he can take care of himself and being a girl, I am not as capable. Dad was going to think that Jack was some uneducated, poor street trash. Wow, that was harsh. I shook myself, coming back to the real world.

�Friday night.� my father said eagerly.

�What about Friday night?� I said, confused.

�I want to meet him Friday night. We have tickets to the theater, you can bring...� My father looked at me, prompting. �Jack.� I muttered, grudgingly. Oh, this was sooo embarrassing.

�Jack. You can bring Jack. Ok?�

�Ok.� I mumbled. Oh boy, what had I gotten into?