A Little More Personal

"What's up?" she asked, confused.

"I saw you poking your head around the corner earlier."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Her green irises pierced through me as she narrowed her eyes. "That's not what you were going to say."

"How do you know?"

"You're blushing."

"Taresa, please drop it."

"Fine. I'll get it from you soon, though."

"God luck."

"You're beginning to remind me of my ex-fiance," she snapped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He never gave me a direct answer, ever. You're doing the exact same thing."

"Reece---"

"It's true, Jay. I'm going home."

"Please let me explain."

"I'm done with lame explanations. They're nothing but sad excuses."

I watched as she strode angrily back to her parents' house, her red hair blowing behind her from the soft breeze. She'd gotten halfway to the Barton's home by the time I realised.

"Taresa!"

"What, Jay?"

"If we go in mad, our mothers will be all in our business. Do you really want that?"

"Fine." She plastered on a fake smile. "Is this better?"

"Much."

She pushed open the door. "So you actually met Kristen Stewart?"

"Yep. I've also met Peter Facinelli."

"Now he's a hunk."

"I'm more partial to his wife."

"Hi, Mama, Deborah. And yes, Jay, Jennie Garth is pretty gorgeous."

"That was a quick walk."

"Yeah. We decided to come back for a drink."

"Uh, Mama, can I talk to you? In private, I mean."

Jenny followed her daughter down the hall, and I glanced at my mother.

"Did you two fight?"

"No. Of course not."