My mom was quiet. “I haven't seen much of Rachel and Daniel lately. You've been spending so much time with Clayton. I miss seeing them.” Oh crap, here we go. My dad looked thoughtful, never a good sign. “That's true, Maggie. You haven't gone out with any of your friends in awhile. You know, it's not good to spend all of your time with Clay. It's just not healthy to isolate yourself like that.” My dad commented.
I felt my blood pressure start to rise and I immediately became defensive. “I see them every day, Dad! It's not like Clay and I sequester ourselves off and never talk to anyone else. Jeez!” My voice was loud and I saw the surprised look on my father's face. But I was quickly getting tired of catching slack for my relationship with Clay.
“We're just worried, sweetie.” My dad said gently. I threw my hands up in the air. “What do you have to be worried about for goodness sake? My grades are still good, I've yet to break my curfew. I don't think I'm that bad of a kid.” I looked straight at my mom when I said that, daring her to refute me. She frowned. “No one's saying you're a bad kid, Maggie. Calm down. “ There's something about those words “calm down”, that make me anything but. My anger spiked. “This is freaking ridiculous.” I muttered, throwing my fork down.
“This is what we're talking about! You're completely irrational when it comes to that boy. You've become entirely too focused on him and less on other facets of your life.” My mom barked, sending me to my feet. “You have no idea what you're talking about. I love him. We are good together.”
My dad's face turned a funny shade of purple. “Love him? You are seventeen years old! You don't know what love is!” Great, now my dad was getting mad. I was making this worse. My mom put a hand on my dad's arm. “This isn't love, Maggie May. This is obsession and it's not healthy. You are so worked up over a high school relationship that most likely won't last but a few months. Don't be so immature.” My mom said hurtfully. Wow, she was going for the jugular. I've never known her to be this harsh.
“Thanks, mom. You're making me feel all warm and fuzzy here.” I crossed my arms over my chest. My mom put her hands in her lap and leveled her gaze at me. “I think you need to take a few steps back from this boy. Really look at what it's doing to you and how it's affecting your other relationships. I don't think this is good for you.”
The funny thing about parental disapproval; it made me want to be with Clay all the more. My parents were really stupid when it came to teenage psychology. “I need to get out of here.” I ran out of the kitchen, making a beeline for my purse hanging up beside the door. My mother followed close on my heels. “Where do you think you're going?” She asked. The anger had faded from her eyes and now she just looked worried.
I softened a bit and turned to give her a quick hug. “I know you and dad love me and just want what's best. But there has to come a point where you trust my judgment.” My mom rubbed her temples as though I were giving her a migraine.
“I have always trusted your judgment, Maggie. Until now. He's changed you. I feel like you're pulling away from everything but Clayton. It scares me to see this kind of intensity from you.” I reached out and gave my mom another hug. She held me, stroking my hair.
I didn't say anything, just let her hold me like she'd always done. After a moment, I stepped out of her embrace. “Please don't worry about me. I promise that I'm fine. You can't start blaming Clay for everything. He's an important part of my life now. I want you to be okay with that. You were okay with that.” I reminded her. My mom frowned. “That was before I realized how willing you were to throw our rules and everything else out the window for him. “
“Don't you think you're over-reacting to the situation a bit?” I asked, hoping to reason with her. My mom shook her head. “I tried to be okay with your relationship. I knew your dad was unhappy with it, but I wanted to be supportive. But I know what was going on upstairs before we got home. I'm not stupid.” I flushed with embarrassment and my mother looked at me closely.
“Your father had told you not to have him up there. You have never disrespected us or our rules before. But now...you're doing it all the time. Blowing off family dinners, ignoring your friends, defying your dad when he asks you to not have Clayton in your room when we're not at home. Things are getting out of hand and I just want you to take stock of what it is your jumping into.” I hated to see the tears in my mother's eyes, but knew I couldn't give her the kind of assurance she really wanted.
“Please, mom. Just trust me. Try to give me the benefit of the doubt. You always have before.” I pleaded. My mom sighed and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, like she always did when I was little. “I'll try. For your sake. But just don't go making rash decisions that could impact the rest of your life. Teenage pregnancy is a very real thing.” I cringed. “Mom, seriously. Can we not talk about that right now?” My mom gave me her best stern expression. “Maggie May Young, I know that teenagers have sex. I've seen you with Clayton. I know sexual chemistry when I see it. Your dad and I had plenty of it when we first got together.” I made a gagging noise. “Yuck, mom. Are your trying to kill me here?”
My mother rubbed my cheek with her finger. “Just don't do anything stupid and I will try and trust you. Just don't make me regret it.” Her words echoed ominously in my ears. Why did I feel a twinge of premonition at her words?
I straightened my spine and gave her my best smile. “I won't. Now, I'm just going to go take a drive. Maybe stop by and see Daniel or something.” “Okay, but take your cell phone and don't be home any later than 9:30. It's a school night.” I grabbed my purse and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I'll be home soon. Love you.”
I hurried to my car and got in. After driving around for ten minutes listening to my angsty indie rock at full volume, I ended up where I should have figured I was headed; Clay's house.
I knocked lightly on the door. I was startled when Clay's aunt Ruby swung it open. “Maggie!” She said brightly, pulling me into a lavender scented hug. She was dressed in her normal gypsy/hippie wardrobe, with a patch work sheer blouse with bell sleeves and a long, leaf patterned skirt that hung over her bare feet. Her bright red hair hung loose and her green eyes sparkled. She was one of the most sincerely kind people I had ever met, and I loved her for loving Clay so much.
“Come in, honey.” She closed the door behind me and ushered me into the living room. Ruby's girlfriend, Lisa, sat at the computer, a pair of black glasses perched on her straight and severe nose. Lisa was what you would call “butch.” She had short black hair and dressed very masculine. She was a little intimidating if you didn't know her. But the smile she gave me as I came in transformed her face into something lovely.