She knew. She couldn't have quite said how, but somehow, just setting foot in his treehouse, Jenny knew that Dan was gone. Something about the place, and not just because he wasn't there when he said he'd be, felt unsettlingly empty. It wasn't a sensation she could explain, but she felt his absence all the same. Still, no matter what she suspected ( Read more... )

The days that had passed since her fight with Dan had seemed somehow both incredibly long and incredibly short, too much so for Jenny's comfort. Serena might have advised her to talk to him, way back when, but that just wasn't an option. He'd been the one being unfair; she wasn't about to be the one to go try and fix things between them. Knowing ( Read more... )

After a couple days of still sleeping in the crash room and simultaneously trying to avoid her brother, Jenny had decided that something had to give. It wasn't that she was still pissed at Dan, because, contrary to what she would have had him believe, she wasn't. The problem was that she couldn't even look at him without picturing him naked and on ( Read more... )