This Is How It Goes *UNDERGOING REVISION SOON*

(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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45. Jane's Story Part 12:

   

   I shift through the various racks of clothing, searching for one simple piece of apparel. I've been in this store for about a half an hour now, examining every single section for this. Though I haven't found it quite yet, there's no giving up. I'll keep looking around until I find what I'm looking for..giving up is not an option.

   "Looking for something in particular?" a male voice questions from beside me.

   Startled, I turn quickly and when my eyes land on his face I regret it instantly. What the hell is he doing here? I notice a laminated name tag pinned to his black and white striped tank top; John Shepherd. My expression hardens as I respond to his curiosity with the cold shoulder. 

   When I return to shuffling through more clothing, he doesn't walk away nor say a word. Tension builds up between us when finally I hear him sigh deeply. 

   "Jane," he starts dramatically, but I cut him off before he can continue.

   "Go away, Johnny. I don't need your help." The words come out harsh and sharp, cutting right through his breath. For a short moment I feel a little bit bad for being so rude, but that's until I remember what he did; how bad he hurt me. 

   "Okay, sorry," he replies solemnly, heading back to where it was he came from. 

   As he walks away, I take a peek back in his direction. Why did he come over here and talk to me? I know it wasn't just because it's his job. If he really hated me enough and really wanted to keep his word to never speak with me again, he wouldn't have approached me. What was he going to tell me before I cut him off?

   I mentally slap myself for even being inquisitive about it. Why should I care? He's a huge jerk who broke my heart and played me so bad for so long. Never in a million years will I forgive that asshole for what he did. Never. 

   Just then I stop myself from flying through the racks of clothing. I slowly pull back the last two hangers I pushed forward, finally coming across what I need. I grin with immense relief, taking the hanger from the rack and throwing the article of clothing over my right arm. 

   I was starting to get the impression that I wasn't going to find anything, but this is exactly what I was looking for. There's no way I could let Mia down, so no matter what I was determined to find it before her deadline, which is tonight at 11 p.m. 

   Now, I just need one more thing..

   I walk out of the aisle of clothing racks, eyeing the massive wall of wigs on the opposite side of the store. Once I arrive over there, I gradually come to a halt and peer up at all of the wigs. Wigs of all sorts of colors from white, to red, to purple, to black. Wigs of distinct lengths, from luxurious locks to short bobs. 

   I let my pupils carefully scan the shelves, searching for a decent wig that's cheaper than the rest. Eventually, my eyes land on what it is that I want. I take a few steps forward towards the wall and reach out to remove the wig from the model head. 

   I place the wig on my hand and brush my fingers through the long, artificial hair. This is it, I think to myself, a grin creeping onto my face. I turn, about to head over to the register when I stop myself again. 

   You're kidding me? Johnny works at the cash register...just wonderful. So after telling him off like that earlier, I'm supposed to just walk over there and force myself to associate with him?

   I blink, my feet bolted in place still. Wait, I don't have to associate with him. This is just business. I just need to ring up my items and leave. That's all..

   I roll back my shoulders and lift my chin up, strutting over to the register with confidence. Once I've reached my destination, I throw my items onto the counter and pull out my wallet. 

   Johnny hesitates a moment in order to observe the long, black cloak and pink wig that I placed on the marble counter. He reaches for the wig and flips it inside out in order to scan the bar code that's pinned to the inside. 

   "What's all this for?" he asks, glancing up at me. When he notices me lift an eyebrow at him, he continues, "Sorry, I know you don't want me to talk to you--"

   "Cosplay," I lie. "It's for a cosplay."

   "Cosplaying as who?" he asks, still having the nerve to talk to me. "Not that it's any of my business." He grins, obviously trying to act like he doesn't mean to care. 

   "You're right, it is none of your business," I snap, narrowing my eyes at him.

   "So I guess I'll have to wait to see the pictures on Facebook," he jokes, laughing slightly. His laughter dies down just as quickly as it started and his eyes land on mine, much colder than they were five seconds ago. "That is, if you didn't block me.."

   "Well what would the point of having you on my Facebook be if you were never gonna talk to me again?" My jaw tightens and my flaming eyes are fixed on his, holding back tears now. This is the first time we've really discussed this ever since the break up..

   "Jane--"

   "Just ring up my stuff. I have to go." I look away, clenching my eyes shut tightly, but a few tears manage to escape. I quickly wipe them from my face and stand back up straight.

   I sniffle quietly, looking over Johnny's shoulder at the wall. However, from the corner of my eye I can still see him just standing there and looking at me apologetically. 

   "Do I have to repeat myself?" I snarl, eyeing him once again. "You're getting paid to do your job, not to stand around and do nothing."

   He keeps his icy brown eyes on mine for a second longer, reaching out and picking up the long black coat. He examines the coat for the tag, scanning the bar code once he finds it. We stand a few inches apart in silence as he places my items in a paper shopping bag. 

   He places the bag on the counter and says his mandatory words softly, "Thanks for shopping at The Cube. Be sure to come back soon.." He opens his mouth to say one more thing, but I decide to say it for him.

   "Have a sparkling day, Johnny," I spit with the utmost sarcasm as I grasp the paper handles of the shopping bag and rip it off the counter. I give him one last false smile before making my way out of the shop.

   I fling the heavy glass doors open with all my strength, about to head down the sidewalk when I hear someone calling my name.

   "Jane! Wait up!"

   I stop and turn around, seeing Alanna rushing down the sidewalk towards me, her fiery red hair blowing around her extremely pale skin. I smile a little, happy to see a kind face approaching me. 

   "Hey Alanna," I say gently as she steps in front of me and waves.

   "Hey! Where were you last period? I was all alone in Chemistry!" Alanna whines, shaking her head in disbelief that I would ditch.

   "Yeah, I wasn't really in the mood for Chemistry, so I left early," I say, not planning on telling her the full truth.

   Alanna crosses her arms and shakes her head. "Were you with Mia?" she asks me straight up. 

   My eyes widen a little, wondering why she'd figure that. "Uhh, yeah...why?"

   "So you two are like besties now or something?" she questions, demanding more answers.

   I snort, seeming to understand where this is going. "Why, are you jealous?"

   "Jealous of what exactly?" she asks, eyeing me like I'm full of myself.

   "Jealous that Mia and I are hanging out."

   "Yeah, right." Alanna rolls her eyes. "She just seems like a bad influence. I mean, she's already got you skipping class."

   "I'm not being influenced to do anything," I tell her in a bored tone, "skipping class was a one time thing. It's no big deal, so don't get all worked up about it."

   "I'm not getting worked up about anything," she says with a shrug. "I'm just saying.."

   We hear a booming engine revving a few feet away from us and I notice Alanna look up over my shoulder at the root of the ear-splitting noise. I then look back as well, seeing a large black motorcycle driving down the road. To our surprise, the vehicle comes to a smooth halt right next to us. 

   I glance back at Alanna whose eyes are practically bursting right out of their sockets in both fear and confusion. I look back at the stranger on the vehicle, dressed in all black leather as he turns the engine off, causing the loud noise to come to an end. 

   "Jane....?" Alanna murmurs, wondering who this mysterious rider is. To be honest, I really have no clue myself. 

   But the mystery is solved when he reaches up to take off his dark helmet. He pulls it off his head gracefully, flipping his chocolate brown hair to the side before brushing his gloved fingers through it to fix it up a little. 

   He looks at me with his one blue eye and one green eye, a seductive grin on his face. "Hey there, Jane."

   I smile brightly at him, unable to hide my obvious joy to see him, "Toby, hey.." I'm still in shock from him just pulling up next to me on this massive street bike, all dressed mysteriously in leather.

   I can feel Alanna's glassy blue eyes burning a whole in the side of my head, wondering how on Earth I know this sexy guy. At this point though, it's as if the rest of the world just faded away. All I can see is Toby's incredibly gorgeous, different colored eyes gazing into mine. He's like a character pulled right out of a modern day fairy tale. 

   "It was nice seeing you today," he tells me, being careful not to reveal too much information since Alanna's standing there.

   "Yeah, it was nice seeing you too," I admit. Thank God he was at that meeting because he made it seem a whole lot less frightening. 

   "Say, would you wanna go out with me somewhere tonight?" he wonders, keeping his eyes on mine.

   I feel like I'm going to melt right into the sidewalk when he asks me if I want to go out with him. I would've never thought a guy like him would be interested in someone so lame like me. That's when I remember, I'm done being lame. I'm no longer Plain Jane anymore. I'm the new, improved, cool Jane. 

   I cock my head to the side, pretending to consider the idea, even though right as he said it I wanted to scream yes. I slowly twist my body around and look into the clothing shop I was just in, able to spot Johnny staring out at us from the cash register. Good, he's watching. 

   I turn back to face Toby and cross my arms while smirking playfully at him. "That sounds fun," I tell him casually. 

   "We could grab coffee...Starbucks?" he suggests, hoping I'm still interested in the offer.

   I nod gradually, "Yeah, I'd like that." I smile at him and he returns the gesture.

   "Awesome, then it's a date." He keeps his eyes on me as he lifts his helmet up. "See you at seven," he says with a charming wink. He puts his helmet back over his head and buckles it quickly, then starts revving up the engine to his motorcycle. 

   He looks back at me one last time, but I can't see his beautiful eyes due to the dark shield blocking them. With that, he speeds away on his bike.

   "Who on Earth was that and how do you know him?" Alanna questions, stepping in front of my dazed face. 

   "Oh, he's a friend of mine.." I say, still staring down the road in the direction that he just left.

   "Yeah, but how did you meet him? Does this mean you're over Johnny?"

   "Oh my god, I have to go shopping. I don't have anything to wear. Plus, I need new clothes anyway. I need to get rid of the old Jane.." I say to myself, no longer paying attention to Alanna.

   "What?" she asks, narrowing her eyes at me in frustration. 

   "Wanna go shopping?!" I ask, my eyes lighting up as I look back at her finally.

   Alanna stands there, wondering what happened to my conscience. Little does she know, I lost that a while ago. 

   "Actually, I have homework I need to do--"

   "Well then text me later! I have to go!" I interrupt rapidly, turning as I wave goodbye. She stands there, looking slightly agitated as she raises her palm and says "Bye..?"

 

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