(Book Trailer Included) Four teenage girls, Jane, Carmella, Mia, and Lily are experiencing some of the most difficult situations a teen could possibly have. Each of their lives shall intertwine with one another. This story exemplifies the often not so perfect lives of teenage girls by diving deep into the emotional struggles of adolescence.

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37. Jane's Story Part 10:


   "I just don't understand why you would do that. I mean seriously. That's an entire empty bottle of whiskey, right there. You drank that all yourself? That's insane! Why did you do that? This early in the morning, too. I would've never guessed you even drank. You don't do this often, do you?.....Jane? Jane, are you awake yet?"

   I yawn, stretching out my arms and turning my head to wherever that voice is coming from. "Alanna...? Wha..?" 

   Puzzled, I sit up and rub my eyes. I'm in the passenger seat of my car and Alanna's driving. Oh God, did I get drunk or something again? Fuck...

   "Finally, you're awake." She says, "Did you hear a word I said...?"

   I shrug, "Not really..what happened?"

   "You got drunk." She shakes her head with disappointment, "I honestly don't know why on Earth you did. It's not like you were at a party.."

   I look out the window, feeling ashamed of myself...embarrassed, too. Now even Alanna knows I'm some pathetic alcoholic. I'm sure she does, anyway. Unless I can make up a good excuse as to why I was drunk.

   I lean my elbow on the door and speak after the moments of hesitation, "I know, it was dumb. But, this guy offered me a drink..and I had never had any alcohol I figured I'd try it out, y'know?" I shrug again, "We were just having a good time."

   She glances at me before putting her focus back on the road. "Some guy offered you alcohol?"

   "Yeah, a friend of mine." I say, like it's no big deal.

   "Who?" She questions.

   I'm getting tired of the questions.

   "Look, I don't need to tell you my life story." I snap, stopping to glare at her. 

   "If this is your 'life story' then there's a problem, Jane." She shoots back.

   I just roll my eyes to myself and continue staring out the window. The rest of the car ride home is pretty much silent, other than La Roux on the radio. 

   Eventually, Alanna pulls into my driveway and I unbuckle my seat belt. I push open the door on my side, sliding out of the vehicle. 


   I turn, facing Alanna. She stops the engine and looks at me. "I'm sorry I got so..concerned about what happened. I was just worried about you...what if you had ended up driving home yourself? I mean, you could've died-"

   I half grin, "Alanna, don't worry about it. I just got defensive. I know I shouldn't have done what I did. I was stupid. You're right. You're completely right."

   She smiles back at me and I return the gesture. But seriously, she is right. I didn't wanna hear it, but I certainly could've died if I drove home drunk. I'm glad she was there to give me a ride home.

   "Hey," Alanna counters, "your mom called your cell earlier and said she won't be home 'til tomorrow afternoon because she has some work thing in New York..and she said I could sleepover if I wanted..I mean, if you don't want me to I guess I could just find my way home-"

   "No!" I interrupt quickly. "That sounds fun. And please, I wouldn't let you walk home in the dark. Yet, I don't think it makes sense for me to give you a ride home, anyway."

   "Alright, thanks." She grins and throws her door open, then hops out. She walks over to me as we head inside and places the keys to my car in my palm. "You probably want these back."

   "Yeah, probably." I say with a trace of sarcasm. However, I honestly don't know if I really do want them back. These keys could possibly lead to my death bed.

   We head inside, and I toss my keys onto the kitchen counter with a swift movement of the arm. Then we make our way upstairs to my bedroom. 

   I flick on the light switch and the silver lamp on my dresser emits a warm, soft glow. I move to the side and spread my arms about, as if we've arrived in Heaven, and say, "Well, here's my room."

   The walls are a yellow-green color, going along nicely with the Red Oak hardwood flooring. A dark, queen sized bed with a plain, lime green bedspread is centered in the middle of the room, atop a simple beige rug. My dresser is a dark chestnut color, matching the nightstand beside my bed and the closet door with the rusty golden knob. A large, rectangular mirror lined with a black frame is settled on the wall over the dresser. A few candles, plants, and picture frames are scattered about for some decoration and a large window is across the room from where we're standing. The curtains are an Olive green, along with a few throw pillows on the seat in front of it. It's really just another basic, normal sized bedroom if you ask me. 

   Alanna strides across the room and takes a seat by the window. "Nice pad." she says.

   I snort, "Please, you don't have to lie. It's pretty lame."

   She shrugs, "I don't think it's lame."

   "I do." I admit. She smirks at my sheer honesty. "Wanna make some hot chocolate or something?" I jab my thumb back towards the door, meaning to head down to the kitchen.

   She nods, "Yeah, I could sure go for some cocoa right now. Could I use your restroom first, though?"

   "Mhm. Over to the left." I respond, placing my hands into the pockets of my faded jeans.

   "Okay, thanks. Hold on a sec." She stands up in her black and white striped long sleeve shirt and denim skinny jeans. Her red collar necklace bounces against her chest as she walks out the door with a quick pace. 

   I turn around and walk across my room, gradually taking a seat on the edge of my bed. I pick at my hang nail for a moment, then look up at my nightstand. I stand back up and pull open the small drawer, going to search for a pair of nail clippers. 

   However, the first thing my eyes come to see is not a trusty pair of nail clippers. I reach into the drawer and pull out the picture frame, the two smiling faces staring back at me as if they're laughing at my misery. Their fingers are intertwined, heads close together, faces a slight shade of pink due to the heat of the dance. 

   I run my finger across the half of the photo with Johnny, looking as charming as ever with those big brown eyes and soft hazelnut brown hair. It brings my mind back to February 2nd, 2011, Freshman year, Valentine's Day Dance at the high school.

   Yeah, I remember the exact date. 

   I remember, I had no one to go the dance with. Gracie had told me I could go with her and Luis, but I didn't wanna be that third wheel. All my friends had dates. Ava, too. I felt like such a loser, considering no one had asked me to the dance.

   However, that was until the next day when Josh Mason asked me to go with him. He had golden brown hair and dark eyes, a distant expression always among his face. He was wearing dark washed, red skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, along with a golden chain and Nikes. 

   He walked up to me and said he needed a date to the dance, then handed me a red rose with a pink bow wrapped around it.

   "Sorry, it's dying a little bit. I've had it for a while, now." Is what he had told me. Although, I took the rose with much happiness, not even caring about the faded color and crunchy texture.

   The night of the dance I had gotten all dolled up and even done my hair in a lovely up-do. I wore a gorgeous, little dress that was a very soft pink. The top half was silky and strapless with silver swirls. A cute belt with a small, sparkling bow was wrapped around the top of my stomach and introduced a flare bottom with many ruffles. It flowed perfectly around me whenever I twirled. 

   I had never felt so pretty in my life.

   Yet, that night Josh had never shown up at my house to pick me up for the dance. Eventually, I got a text message saying he actually couldn't go with me to the dance. I was completely heartbroken. I even asked him why and he just never responded. 

   I called Gracie and told her what happened, as I was utterly embarrassed, but I just felt miserable and needed to tell her. She made me go with her and Luis, so they picked me up and brought me.

   I don't know why she made me go, she just kept telling me she was gonna go dance with her boyfriend for a little bit. (More like another forty five minutes.) She'd keep checking in on me, sitting on the sidelines with all the other dateless loners.

   She'd tell me the same thing over and over, "Go dance with someone! There's plenty of guys here who would love to dance with you!" I just told her I was fine and she needed to go spend time with her boyfriend. She'd give me that pitiful look before heading back onto the dance floor, which made me feel like even more of a loser.

   The worst part was when I saw Josh there-at the dance. He was with another girl, much prettier than me. He seriously ditched me for someone better. A mixture of anger and sadness had built up inside me, and I was about ready to just walk home.

   But, that was when he came up to me...Johnny. 

   "Hey." He had said, causing me to look up. I just looked at him with question. Then he smiled and said, "Yes, I'm talking to you. What's a pretty girl like you doing sitting over here alone..? Where's your date..?"

   I shook my head and told him, "I don't have one."

   He looked completely confused and shook his head, "Well that's not right. You're the prettiest girl here."

   I just laughed and crossed my legs. "So are you testing out your pickup lines on me or something?"

   He smirked and shook his head and said, "No, I'm just being honest." Before I could say another word, he asked me to dance.

   I asked him where his date was, and he said he didn't have one either. So, he held out his hand for me and I took it. Then he pulled me out onto the dance floor right in the middle of a slow song, and we danced together. 

   We danced together for the rest of the night, and let me tell you it was none other than wonderful. It was the most fun I had had in a long time, thanks to Johnny. We laughed and joked and talked, danced and danced and danced...

   Gracie eventually spotted me, ecstatic to see me with a boy. She made him and I get together for a quick picture and she took one with her phone. That's the picture in this frame that I'm holding.

   At the end of the night, when we went outside the school for some fresh air, we both agreed that tonight had been the best night ever and we loved spending time together. With that, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

   From that night on, Johnny and I became closer, and soon enough became a couple. We never fought or anything, everything was always so great.

   I laugh at the thought of the next day of school, when Josh approached me and told me he was sorry he couldn't go to the dance with me. I had used all of my courage to stand up and say to him, "Oh, don't worry about it, Josh. I'm actually really glad you decided to ditch me for someone else because it just so happens that someone much more adorable, sweeter, and better than you came and asked me to dance. I had the best night ever with him. So, thanks again for being a no-show." 

   I smile to myself and bite my lip, staring at the picture.

   "Jane? Everything alright?" I hear Alanna ask.

   I quickly place the frame back into the drawer and slam it shut, whirling around to face her. "Yeah, hah, sorry. I was just..uhm..looking at something." I sniffle and glance away, quickly wiping my nose.

   "Are you..crying?" She wonders, noticing the tear on my cheek. 

   I wipe it away right as she sees it and shake my head. "No, no I'm not. I had something in my eye." I force the biggest smile ever onto my face, grabbing her arm as I pull her out of my bedroom with me. "How 'bout that hot chocolate?"



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