Diary of a Crush: Sealed With a Kiss Read Online Free

way.
    Then his knees nudged mine under the table and that was all it took to persuade me that we should go home and it would be no big deal to sneak Dylan in to my bedroom.
    It would all have been fine and dandy if my mum hadn’t decided to wake me really early so she could talk about my ‘lifestyle choices’. Oh dear.
     
3rd October
    I swear to God, out of me and my mother, I’m the grown-up.
    I sat her down this morning, made her a strong cup of coffee and told her that Dylan and I were having a relationship and there was no need for her to be so bent out of shape about it.
    ‘I appreciate that, Edie, but he’s hurt you before and he’ll hurt you again.’ She said it with such finality. Like it was just this inevitable thing that would happen.
    ‘He’s changed and I’ve changed,’ I protested. ‘I’m less, well, less… less
crushy
this time. I’m more in control.’ Because telling her that I’d made Dylan my total bitch was not going to go down very well.
    But I might just as well have not bothered at all.
    ‘Yes, well, I’ll bear that in mind when you’re crying as though your heart will break because he’s proved himself to be completely unreliable.
Again!
’
    Huh! That’s so like my mum to throw my own words back at me like dirty laundry that she wants me to put in the washing machine myself.
    ‘Look, it’s different this time. We’re like committed to each other.’ I could actually feel my face turning blue with the effort of trying to explain this. She, on the other hand, was looking more and more pissy with every word that came out of my mouth.
    ‘If by committed you mean that you’re having sex with each other…’
    Mum now looked like she’d just taken a slug of hydrochloric acid. The effort not to roll my eyes and huff nearly killed me. ‘Yes,’ I admitted unwillingly. ‘I’m having sex but you don’t have to worry because we’re being really responsible and I’ve had a sexual health check and we’re using contraception…’
    Considering that there’s been many an excruciating time when
she’s
sat me down and jawed on in great and embarrassing detail about sex, casually dropping clitorises and IUDs into the conversation when I’ve been trying to eat my dinner, I have no idea why what happened next actually happened next.
    One minute I was chattering away about my trip to the sex doctor and how Dylan and I had decided to carry on using condoms rather than me going on the pill, the next she’d made this weird hissing sound through her teeth and slammed the coffee mug down on the table so hard that it shattered, spilling Kenco decaf all over the pair of us.
    ‘Mum?!’ I shrieked, as I jumped up and ineffectually tried to shake the coffee stain off my
Manchester Roller Derby
T-shirt. ‘What’s the matter?’
    ‘You are not to have sex! Not in this house, not with that boy,’ she shouted, loud enough that they probably heard her up in the Pennines. ‘I absolutely forbid it.’
    That made me mad enough to forget that I’d decided to be all logical and reasonable.
    ‘Fine! I’ll just have sex with him in someone else’s house then!’
    ‘Oh no, you won’t!’
    ‘Oh yes, I will.’
    The whole thing descended into a pantomime crossed with the shouty bits from the
EastEnders
omnibus. Until we decided that we weren’t talking to each other again.
    Our worst ever row in the history of all our previous worst ever rows ended when Mum suddenly stopped screaming and banging cooking utensils down really hard on the draining board and said in a tight voice, ‘This just about does it.’
    ‘Does what?’ I screeched because once my volume knob is turned all the way up to eleven, it kind of stays there.
    ‘I’ve been talking to your grandparents and we’ve decided you should spend your gap year with them.’
    ‘But they live in Brighton!’ I protested.
    ‘Exactly,’ snapped my mum. ‘I’ve had it up to here with you, young lady.’
    That was my cue to storm