Jane ran down the street, clutching her papers for Grey. She rushed into Donovan Decker and collapsed at Grey's desk, getting to work on the long list of things to do Grey had left for her. The last thing on the list kept mocking her. Hold fashion shoot on Friday, design three outfits and take photos of them.

Jane checked off another thing on the list, then approached Jeremy. "Do you have any ideas for the shoot on Friday?" She asked, sighing.

Jeremy flashed his signature smile. "Aren't you supposed to think of the designs?"

Jane shrugged.

Jeremy sighed, pulling out a binder. "There are a few ideas in there," he said, getting back to work on a long, elegant tan chiffon dress.

Jane smiled. "Thanks! You're a life saver!" she said, flipping through the book and finding a few designs she liked.
Jane had a sudden burst of creativity, and she immediately went to work on her first outfit. She made a hot pink flowing dress, with a silver, jeweled belt and purple decals on it. She put some jewelry on the manikin, and set a pair of purple stilettos by it, standing back to survey her work. She smiled to herself, interrupted by her phone ringing. She put it up to her ear. "Hey, Billy. What's up?"

"Um, Janey? Remember that big speech we have to give for history? He said no make ups? Yeah, you're up in fifteen minutes!" Billy shouted into her ear.

Jane jumped up, looking at the clock. "Oh, crap!" Jane whispered. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the office. Jeremy looked at her curiously. "Uh, family emergency!" She lied. "I'll be back in a few hours, I promise!" She said.

"Jane, you still there?" Billy asked.

Jane threw open the door to her old car. "Yeah, I'm on the way! Can you stall for me?" she asked.

"I'll try," Billy groaned. "But you better hurry!"

"I am!" Jane shouted into her phone.

Jane burst into the room, gasping. "I'm here! Sorry, I was at my internship," she said, looking up at her teacher.

He glared at her. "You're up, Jane. Enlighten us."

Jane gave her speech hurriedly, feeling as if she was failing the entire time. After she was done, she approached the teacher for her grade. He handed her a slip of paper, the number on the page jumping out at her.

77%.

77.

Seventy-seven!

Jane sighed. Ben was going to kill her. She nodded at her teacher sadly. "I have to get back to my internship…"

The teacher nodded. "Go, Jane."

Jane hurried out of the room, with a quick thank you nod at Billy. She ran back out to her old, beaten up car and jumped in. Just as she was smacking the steering wheel, trying to get it to start up, Nick showed up at her window. "Hey, Jane!"

Jane sighed, giving up on her car to look at this boy, whom she'd liked since forever. "Hey, Nick!"

"Are you off to your internship again?" Nick asked, his good mood falling.

Jane sighed. "Yeah."

"Timing," Nick muttered. "So, what are you doing Friday night? You want to hang out?"

"Yeah I'd love…." Jane sighed. "I can't. I have stuff to do for my internship. What about Saturday?"

"I have a game at seven, then I have to watch my little brother," Nick sighed.

Jane frowned. "Well, maybe we can get together for lunch sometime."

Nick shrugged. "Yeah. See you around," he said, waving and walking away.

Jane groaned, slapping the steering wheel and turning the key in the ignition again. The engine of her car stuttered and died. "No, no, no!" Jane pulled out her phone. "Please pick up, please pick up!" she whispered.

"Hey, Janey!" Billy said.

"Billy, I need your help!" Jane cried. "My car won't start up. Can you give me a ride?"

Billy sighed. "I don't know…" he said, thinking for a moment. "Then again, we have a test in math next period… I'm in," he said.

Jane grinned, hopping out of her car. "Thanks, Billy! You're a life saver!"

"I know," Billy said, sauntering out of the building and meeting Jane at his car.

India glared at the manikin Jane had designed. She hated to admit it, but that annoying little twit knew what she was doing. India glared out of the window as Jane hopped out of a car and rushed to the front door, in that flirty, flaunty way of hers, her heels clacking against the pavement. India looked back at the car, and sitting in the driver seat, staring at Jane as she ran forward, was the boy, whom she was positive she recognized.

India gasped, running towards the window and examining the boy closer. It was him again. She knew it was the same boy, the one who'd been at the trunk show and the one who'd been at that high school. She knew it was the same boy. She knew it! And this proved he knew Jane. India glared at Jane as she rushed into Grey's office, collapsing at the desk. She looked back out the window, at the car idling on the curb. Suspicion grew in her chest, and she sauntered out of the door, rapping loudly on the window and glaring at the boy as he rolled down the window.

"May I help you?" Billy asked, trying not to let his worry show through, hopefully India wouldn't recognize him again.

"I know you, kid. I know you were at that trunk show, and I know you go to high school! Now, how do you know Jane?" She demanded.

"Look, Jane is my friend; I gave her a ride here. Is that a problem? I really don't know you!" Billy lied smoothly, playing the bad boy again, as he'd changed his appearance back.

"Were you at that trunk show or not?" India said.

Billy looked at her and nodded. "I went because Jane forgot her… purse at my house. I was returning it to her."

India glared. "Do you go to high school?"
"Heck, no! I graduated college a few years ago. Are you done interrogating me now?" Billy said.

India narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine. But I'm on to you, kid." She said, releasing the door of the car and striding back into Donovan Decker.

India walked into Grey's office, placing her palms on the desk and leaning over, glaring at Jane. "I met your little friend outside."
Jane looked up alarmed. "Oh… and?" She said.

India glared. "I'm on to you, Jane. You aren't who you say you are, and I'm going to prove it."

"How?" Jane asked.

"I just am," India said, whipping around and stalking out of the room.

India crept around the Donovan Decker building, and, finding it completely empty apart from herself, she snuck into Grey's office, rifling through the drawers, but finding nothing out of the ordinary. India didn't give up though. She was positive Jane was hiding something, and she planned to find out what. Continuing her search, India went through all of the files on the computer, but there was nothing there either. India was about to leave when she saw a bag lying in the corner.

Jane's bag.

India set the purse on the desk and dug through it, finding the usual things girls kept it their purses, makeup, pens, gum, stray quarters, lotion. She found Jane's wallet and opened it, not intending to take any money, only to investigate her identity. She pulled out Jane's identification, that read:

Name: Jane Quimby

Birth date: 8/15/1987

Age: 24

And a ton of other random crap India didn't care about. But when she pulled it out, another card fell out from behind that identification, another driver's license, with the same picture on it. But this read,

Name: Jane Quimby

Birth date: 8/15/1994

Age: 17

Aha! India smiled, setting this on the desk as a crumpled up paper fell out of the bag. India smoothed it out, finding some sort of chart, and at the top read, in Jane's handwriting:

Jane Quimby, 5th period. 2/15/12-speech on history of America

Then, in large, red lettering, it read:

77% C

India smiled. This proved it then. Jane was definitely not who she said she was. And India planned to reveal the truth to everyone. Then India would get promoted. Jane would not be beating her at anything else, not when everyone knew the truth and she was fired, never to be hired again.