Jody came out of the kitchen, holding a sandwich. She waved at Keri, her mouth full of food, and went into her room, banging the door shut. Keri shook her head. When she'd been Jody's age, she'd already been out dating seniors. Jody didn't date at all.
Maybe, she thought, if the little jerk would wear decent clothes, instead of those sweatpants, sweatshirts, and jeans an sneakers she always wore. The jeans weren't even tight or designer jeans. The ones she wore would have fit a boy as well as a girl.
The shame of it was that Jody was cute, not sexy, drop dead, glamour girl hot, but cute nevertheless. A small pert nose, lightly freckled at the top, big blue eyes, and short, but really nice golden blonde hair. She had a pretty decent body too, if Keri was any judge of things, and she was. It wasn't as good as hers of course, but it was plenty good enough to attract the boys, if the kid would only wear the kind of clothes that would let them notice, and not those dull baggy things.
Last week, the two of them had had to help their brothers around the yard. Donald Morgan had dropped by then, his eyes had passed over Jody quickly, like all her boyfriends, then had shot back so fast it was a wonder he hadn't given himself whiplash.
It had been hot, and the work heavy. Jody had been wearing a pair of shorts and a thin sleeveless t-shirt tied under her breasts like a halter. There had been absolutely no disguising the fact that she was female on that day. Her smaller, but round breasts stuck out against the thin cotton, her nipples little points against the yellow material. Her figure was thin, but hourglass shaped, designed to catch the boys' eyes.
Don had been astonished.
Jody had ignored him, answering his attempts to strike up a conversation with casual indifference and moving off with a load of garbage. It was as if the stupid girl hadn't even noticed the way he'd been looking at her. Don had watched her round little ass until she turned a corner, then moved over to where Keri'd been pretending not to have seen him.