She almost called her mom for guidance, and a sure command to come home, because of it, but Christie convinced her it was ok. "And besides," Christie ...aid, "You don't want Ryan to think you're a baby, do you? You're 16 already! Grow up and handle it!" That did it, and Jenny went on in.As she walked down into the basement great room, where the party was starting, Jenny was looking around, surprised at how many of the kids she knew, when someone put a glass of punch in front of her. She followed. ‘I’ll do it.’ ‘What would I have to do!?’ I clenched my fists and wrenched out of Blaine’s hold. As if he’d planned the whole thing, a Cheshire cat-style grin spread over David’s lips. ‘Hey, what are you— ‘—just spend some time with me,’ David cut off Blaine and fished in his pockets for a cigarette. When he came up with nothing, instead, he placed one hand on my shoulder. It was then, standing before him, I realized how much taller he was than me. I felt dwarfed, but somehow…thrilled. It was. I don't make rash decisions like my mother, no, that's one of many differences between us.I have long, auburn hair that I keep real glossy, my figure is nice, not as full as my mother's and that's just fine with me, my boobs more fit the kind of frame I have, if you have to know, I'm B-cup. She's two letters up on me and I like what I am just fine. They're really pretty if you ask me. Or if you ask Jason Cummings, my old boyfriend. He sure used to like them a lot. Oh, well.So, now I had been. I never left the house. Ihad food delivered, which I barely touched. I never even wentonto my terrace. I figured avoidance was the only way to deal. Myclients, however, were happy. Projects were getting finished at arapid rate. Nothing like severe sublimation and denial to move aproject along.By the afternoon of day three, I was getting cabin fever. Idecided to look at what Lisa had left me. I pulled out a blacksilk skirt and red sweater. I put everything on. "Not bad. Notbad at all," I.