I opened my eyes slowly, though I wasn't really asleep. I was still nervous about what I had told Astrid last night. Before I could go downstairs for breakfast I had to regain composure. I didn't think Astrid would say anything to Sam, but if she had I needed to be ready for the questions. I honestly didn't see what the big deal was. Teenagers all over the world had sex. So what if it wasn't "morally appropriate". If adults could do it whenever they wanted then why not kids? At least that's what I was going to keep telling myself.

I descended the stairs more slowly than I normally would have on any other day. I had to remind myself to be sarcastic and bitchy like always. However, when I got downstairs Sanjit was sitting at the table alone. There was a bowl of Cheerios in front of him, but he wasn't eating them. I decided to have a little fun with him. I walked up behind him quietly, reached an arm around him and grabbed his spoon. I grabbed a bite and pushed it into my mouth seductively. He didn't flinch. Sighing, I sat in the chair next to him. "So where's everyone else?" "Sam and Astrid took Little Pete to the mall to pick up some more food. Everyone else went with Edilio to help collect food from the fields. We decided it would be best to let you get some sleep." "How very thoughtful," I said with faux sweetness. As I spoke the front door opened and Astrid walked in, balancing Little Pete on her hip. "Hey everyone, we're home!" she called out, smiling. I turned and draped my legs over the side of my chair so I could face her. "Hey Susie Q. Did ya buy me anything?" Astrid's smile melted away when she saw me. I rolled my eyes and got up. I walked right into her arrogant little face and smiled at her obvious discomfort. Little Pete stared at me blankly. I knelt down slightly so that I was eye level with him. "Boo!" I said, and got no reaction. "He doesn't react to things like that like a normal child would." Astrid said in her know it all way.

"Whatever, can I talk to you upstairs for a minute?"

"I was a little busy with Petey," she said quickly.

"Please," I whispered in her ear coolly. "It'll only take a minute."

Reluctantly she followed me upstairs. She placed Little Pete in his crib with a few toys before following me into my room. She sat in the small rocking chair in the corner and folded her arms. "What do you want to talk about, Diana?" she asked, trying to sound tough and in control.

"You know that whole tough-chick thing really does not work for you."

"Get to the point."

"Did you tell Sam about Caine and me?"

"What about you and Caine?" she asked mildly; I could tell she was faking it. I decided to play along.

"Oh, I get it. You need me to spell it out for you. Sorry, I was just under the impression that Astrid the Genius might be able to put two and two together. Well here it is: I, Diana Ladris, fucked Caine Soren. Is this in anyway unclear?"

"No," she said quietly, looking quite pale.

"What I want to know is: Did you tell Sam about Caine and me fucking?"

"No," she said again.

"Good. That's all I wanted to know." I got up and started to walk out.

"Diana, wait!" I turned and sat back down on the bed.

"Yes, Astrid darling?"

"Look, I'm willing to forget all about this. I'm won't tell Sam or anyone else if you don't want me to. But-" she stopped.

"What is it, Astrid?" I asked, uninterested.

"Well I think you should get checked out. Just because it was your first time and all."

"By who, Astrid? This is the FAYZ, in case you've forgotten. It's not like I can see a doctor."

"Dahra is always available…"

"Dahra probably wouldn't know a scalpel from a spatula. She is not a doctor. She is certainly not a gynecologist, so I would say no, she is not allowed to check me out."

"All right! I was only looking out for you."

"Oh, of course! The great and wonderful Astrid is always looking out for me!" I said in an exaggerated, high pitched voice. "Bullshit."

I turned away from her and opened the door. "Wait!" she called.

"What else could you possibly want?" I asked; she was silent. "Good. And in case you were wondering, that is how you play the tough-chick act."