Don't a single thing, The Outsiders nor the song You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi. I promise you Janie is NOT a Mary Sue. I hope by saying that doesn't make her one either. The number is from the song, Jenny.
Shot through the heart and
You're to blame
You give love a bad name
Not once in my life have I ever met a girl as beautiful girl and charming as Janie diMarco, I mean, she is a thing from a dream. She has the perfect body, all the curves in the right place, long curly dark gold hair and feline-like eyes the colour of jade and skin the perfect shade. Everything about her is perfect, and she had the sweetest personality too, she never would complain nor did she ever act like a Soc. Not that she is a Soc, but she wasn't a greaser too nor middle-class. It seems impossible, but I could never place her, she didn't seem right as any of them.
I first met her was at the DX, where I work, she was just some ordinary customer, in to pay for gasoline and a chocolate bar. Steve stared at her like she never seen a pretty girl before. Me, on the other hand, the perfect gentleman, gave her a winning smile and gave her change.
"The name's Sodapop Curtis, don't wear it. I haven't seen you before, you new in town?" I asked, as she grabbed her purse to leave. She smiled sweetly. Steve's eyes popped and I nearly had laughed, since he looked so stupid, making the wrong impression on a girl. I gave him a sharp kick in the heel and he instantly snapped out of his daze and introduced himself as 'Reven Sandle'.
This made the girl laugh. I shot him a taunting look. "We moved in a couple days ago." I cocked an eyebrow, a trick I learned from Two-Bit, and did what was the only right thing to do.
"I'll show you around town if you want." She looked doubtful. "Unless you want to go with the dink over here." I added, jabbing my thumb in Steve's direction. This won over, but I didn't win any points over with my best friend.
She seemed to think on it for a while, sticking out her lip a bit, in a very cute way. Then she smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. "Sure, my name is Jane, by the way, Jane diMarco."
Jane was leaving when I had realized something. "How 'bout your number?" She looked confused but instantly her face brightened up and pulled out a blue ball-point pen.
I quickly surveyed the gasoline station for a piece of paper, no help from Steve, and found one. I returned to my place behind the cashier desk to find out she had left. Steve sourly pointed at my arm, right there in blue, was the number 867-5309. How the hell did she do that? I thought to myself.
But then, at that time, I should have been thinking to stay away from her.
Is this worth continuing?