It had been two days since I last talked to her. The two days seemed like forever, and I couldn’t keep my mind off of her. That Sunday was the best day I’d ever had, and I knew that it would only get better.

When Mr. Davis gave me that pack of condoms, I thought he was joking. But when he let me stay for dinner and didn’t mention them again, I knew he was serious. He was actually letting me have sex with his daughter. He permitted it inside his own house. I could not believe it.

Now while I was excited, I knew my parents would never let me do anything of the sort. I come from a Roman Catholic family that strongly looks down on premarital sex, let alone teenage premarital sex. To me, that just meant I had to play it cool, and nobody would know. They would think that Mary Kate was just a girlfriend, and that I was too inexperienced and shy to ever do something crazy like sex. Their naivety was just what I needed.

12:08 Wednesday morning. Time to get out of bed. I threw on some Adidas shorts and a T-shirt and ran downstairs for something to eat. My mother was disappointed to see me get up so late, and asked me what time I went to bed.
“Uhhh…I think it was 1 o’clock,” I mumbled, knowing full well I turned off Call of Duty at 3:00.
“Paul, y’know how I feel about you stayin’ up so late, especially on a weeknight.”
“Mom it’s spring break, I don’t have school for 2 weeks. Lay off, wouldya?”
“I wouldn’t be so angry if you hadn’t a woken up so late. You missed the whole morning, and now half your day is gone. What are you gonna do productively today?”
“Mom, I don’t know I just woke up. I’ll do stuff later.” Fuck off mom. Housework is your job.

I grilled a ham and cheese sandwich and made some popcorn in a pot for lunch. I turned on Sportscenter for a few minutes, and after I had gotten my fill of Tim Tebow and the Yankees, switched on MLB Network. I muted it and started texting Mary Kate.