"I got up and followed Blake to the elevator. My wardrobe was nearly as inappropriate as the dress that I had worn yesterday and I was very self consc...ous. I couldn't help noticing all of the funny looks that I was getting from the people we passed in the corridor.The far too short ride to the tenth floor was made in silence. I wanted to ask Blake where we were going and why. But we weren't alone. There were two men in the elevator who stared at me so hard I could feel their eyes on me. I was. I hadn't planned on wearing much that weekend, so that was all I really needed. But of course I wasn't telling them that. Some things are better left alone.I had to put up with those rumblings for the rest of the term. What people did hear was that I stopped referring to Eric, and became more focused on Wes. We were seen around campus, doing a study-date, having lunch, just sitting next to each other on a bench, and so on. We were soon an "item". I still had to do my social thing with the. He wore his hair long even though Zoey always told him to cut it. It was already past his shoulders.“Hey!” Zoey said under her breath so her parents wouldn’t hear.“Hey to you too.” Dylan shouted up to Zoey.“Shut up! My dad will hear you!” Zoey said under her breath once again.“Sorry.” Dylan said back to Zoey as she had instructed him too. “How the hell am I gonna get up there?” He paused for a few seconds, “Wait I have an idea…” He whispered up to Zoey. Zoey’s room was on the second floor and. Mom’s voice got a little damp, and her eyes wet. She said, “Okay, tell me.” In a very emotional tone which was about to cry her heart out.Me: I have seen you with them. I don’t know, but I never spoke to anyone about it. I liked what you did, but I didn’t like you to do with them.Mom: I am sorry. (Crying out slowly)Me: Don’t be sorry, mom. Please listen.Mom: I can’t. I can’t. This is not something a mother and son should talk about. I am sorry. (Still crying)Me: After seeing you with your uncle.