Discomfort

"Nobody," I evaded, drinking the last of my soda and getting up to throw the can into the recycling bin.

"Nobody, my butt! The new hot guy at school is who," Rachel eagerly volun- teered, giving my mom a dramatic raise of her eyebrows.

"Oh! Do tell, Maggie May! I want to hear all about him!" My mom was enthusiastic and really getting into the girl talk.

"Yes, do tell, Mags," Rachel agreed, grinning at me. I turned my back on them as I rummaged through the pantry, trying to find something to snack on. I wasn't really hungry; I just didn't want to look at them. No sense in getting ragged about the bright pink blush I could feel on my face.

"Nothing really to tell. I spoke with him yesterday before leaving school. He's pretty funny, though he didn't have a whole lot to say,” I said, pulling out a package of Oreos and cramming one into my mouth. Yeah, it was my age-old defense mechanism. Eating so I didn't have to talk. Amazing that I didn't weigh two hundred pounds by now.

"That's it? Co