Jake loomed in the back; a big, hulking shadow of disapproval. When we pulled into my driveway, Rory draped his arm across the back of my seat. “Listen, some of my friends are having a party, do you want to run in and change? Then you could come with me.” He fingered the spaghetti straps of my dress as he spoke. The implication was clear to me, and even though it made me uncomfortable, my anger at Jake made me want to do something kind of reckless. “Sure, I’ll be right back.” I scooted out of the car, and slammed the door. I was halfway up my front walk when Jake emerged from the car. “Allison, you aren’t serious are you? Going to a party with that guy? Who knows what kind of stuff will be going on there. I can’t let you do it.” He leaned against the chain link fence that surrounded our front yard. I spun around on the bottom step. “And what are you going to do about it, Jake?
