Disclaimer: I do not own I am Number Four. This is the property of Pittacus Lore (James Frey and Jobie Hughes)

Again, thank you Constellapeia (Skye) for betaing for me. =)

If We had Normal Lives pt 2

"Fuck…" Jane cursed as she eyed the pair of twin beams of light filtering through the window across the wall. Her mother glanced up with a bemused expression. Jane wasn't the type to swear unless she was really unhappy. Lyn smiled as she noticed her daughter's scowl as she suddenly buried herself in her English homework. It was a typical Friday night where Jane does her homework and Lyn finishes her designs. "Mom, whatever you do, do not, I repeated, do not open that door." The doorbell rang signaling a guest but Lyn followed her daughter's order and stayed seated. Sadly, her father didn't get the memo.

"Janie?" Arun Lawrence asked as he entered the living room with a confused expression. "There's a young lady at the door demanding you get your butt off the couch and get ready for a party. Mind explaining to your poor confused father?" Before Jane could attempt to explain anything a very pissed Emily appeared from behind her father with her arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently on the hardwood floor. "Oh, and she let herself in." Arun had the decency to look a bit nervous under his daughter's harsh glare. "I'll just let you girls figure this out." He muttered before retreating upstairs like a scared little boy. Lyn chuckled at her husband's wimpy attitude before turning to greet their guest.

"Emily, it's very good to see you." Lyn greeted as she set her sketchpad down. Emily was dressed in a low cut sweater with her hair tied back. The skinny jeans hugged her legs, showing off her tone curves from running. A pair of warm uggs finished her outfit nicely. "Is there a reason why you're mad at my daughter?" Emily smiled at the older lady. Lyn was very beautiful despite her age. Her light brown hair was pulled into a manageable bun. She wore comfy clothes and a pair of thin-wired glasses sat on her nose. Emily always enjoyed coming over to Jane's house because of her wonderful parents.

"Oh, nothing huge, Mrs. Lawrence. Your daughter is just in the process of breaking her promise to me." The last part was paired with a glare that would look more menacing on a Chihuahua than on Emily. "I've already told everyone you're coming. You'll make me look like a liar if you don't come. You're not my best friend anymore." She added to threat with a pout.

"Is that a promise?" Jane asked faking a hopeful tone. Emily made a whimpering sound almost like a wounded puppy. Lyn sighed and gave her daughter a disapproving look. Lyn noticed how reclusive her daughter had become since the move to the tiny town. It was mostly Lyn's fault for the relocating. She slowly grew tired of the busy life in LA. She grew up in a small town like Paradise. Arun agreed, saying he was fine with the move. Jane, on the other hand, wasn't but she couldn't bear the thought of leaving her parents, at least not yet. She was already sending applications for universities and colleges near LA for her higher education.

"Jane, be nice." Lyn chastised as she glanced at the clock. It was only six. "Go on, it's just one little party." Jane's mouth popped open in surprise as Emily squealed delightfully and dragged Jane off her comfy spot. She was already dressed in a pair of jeans with a cute tank top. The dark hair she inherited from her father was worn loose with natural curls at the bottom. Even at home, Jane looked party worthy. The sour expression on her face made Lyn's lips curl into a satisfying smile.

"I hate you." Jane muttered half-heartedly into her mother's ear as she grabbed her black cardigan and keys. Lyn grinned and kissed her daughter's cheek affectionately, reminding her to be home before midnight. Before Jane could reply, Emily grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the house, past her father who smiled and waved happily, having no idea he was sending his daughter off to a party with alcohol, boys and unsupervised teenagers.

"I love your parents." Emily muttered as she kept a firm grip on Jane's arm and guided her into the back seat of the car. Jane bit her lip, keeping all comments to herself. Maybe if she was on her best behavior, she could sneak out early. "Sammy, we're ready." Emily said as she shoved Jane in and slid into the back. Sam Goode smiled at his girlfriend and Jane sweetly before pulling out of the drive way. Jane crossed her arms and gave Sam a harsh glare.

"I see, so you're the co-conspirator. Sam, I thought I could trust you." Sam chuckled as Emily pulled out her makeup bag with brush and lipstick in hand. "Oh no, keep your torture devices to yourself. I didn't agree to this, did I?" Emily ignored her friend's words and gently cupped Jane's chin, preventing her from moving.

"Shut up, Jane and don't move. Sam, slow down. I want this to be perfect."

"I'm really sorry Jane but you're not withholding kisses like a certain someone." Emily chuckled as she brushed a thin layer of foundation on her friend's cheek. Jane held back the urge to sneeze as it tickled her face. Sam was one of the few guys on the football team Jane actually liked. He was funny in a nerdy way and was genuinely sweet. He laughed at her jokes and made her feel like a person and not like eye candy. Sadly, Mr. Goode was happily dating Emily and showed no sign of wavering. He turned his head back to look at her and smiled with warm brotherly eyes. "You have no idea how many guys are betting you won't show up."

"And they were right." Jane added as Emily pulled out a mascara brush. "Be careful with that."

"I will but only if you quit talking. I'm not afraid to jab your eye with it either." Emily countered as Jane resisted rolling her eyes. Emily's touch was gentle and careful, applying just the right amount to bring out her natural beauty. She sighed as her friend transformed from an already stunning girl into a knock-out. Guys would be drooling over her. "Jane, I don't understand why you don't wear makeup." Jane didn't say anything, not wanting to risk getting her eye poked. She never found time to fuss over makeup. In LA, Jane was a tomboy with her other soccer friends. She hung out with guys and made jokes, generally being treated like one of the guys. Her mother never forced things like that on her and her father already thought she was beautiful just the way she was.

"I never really saw the appeal of makeup." Jane answered truthfully. "Are you done yet? I don't think the car can go any slower."

"Very true, I'm idling right now and ten cars have just passed us. Also, Adam's place is coming up so there's no more time for stalling, Em." Sam replied before turning around to look at Jane and wolf whistling. "Damn, you clean up nice, Lawrence." Jane held up her hand and flicked him off. Sam chuckled before pulling into the driveway that was cramped with cars.

"Shut up, Goode." Jane quipped back, grabbing Emily's wrist. "Ok, I think I have enough lip gloss. Can we go so I can leave?" Emily sighed and put her things away. Jane tried the door but for some reason it wouldn't open. Sam stepped out opening the door for them. "My god, you child locked the doors? That's insane." The loud bass from the music could be heard from outside. A few teens were waving furiously to Emily as she jumped out and ran up to them. "I can't believe you did that." Jane continued, hopping over a puddle of water. Sam held her arm carefully, escorting her to the crowded house.

"It's not my idea. Emily did it." Sam answered as he opened the door. "You know, she's really happy you're here." Jane rolled her eyes and hugged her cardigan to herself. Despite it being late spring, the weather was still dreary and cool. "Jane, you really do look great." Sam whispered into her ear since they couldn't hear anything in the room. She smiled back, accepting his compliment. Her outfit was simple with a lace red tank top, black cardigan and jeans. Her olive toned skin glowed with the few touches of makeup.

"Thanks Sam, you're sweet but Emily might hurt you if you whisper things like that to every girl." Before Sam could reply, Emily enthusiastically latched her arm with Jane's and pulled her deeper into the crowd of teens. The house was packed with students from the high school. In the corner, football guys were hanging around the keg, playing a drinking game. The cheerleaders were sitting down gossiping and giggling their heads off. Jane spotted Logan, her friend from her AP classes. "Em, I was going to talk to Logan!" Jane exclaimed as Emily dragged her deeper towards a hallway leading to a room where the soccer team was gathered.

"He's not going anywhere." Emily countered before closing the door and smiling proudly at the captain. "I brought her, just like I promised." Jane glanced around nervously. All the soccer girls smiled as they noticed her unhinged expression. Emily turned and looked at her best friend. "It's your initiation." Jane's hazel eyes grew wide and she took a step towards the door. Sadly, two girls flanked her.

"Fuck." Jane swore as she placed her hand on her forehead, wishing she struggled more at home.

"Jane, don't worry." Millie, a power forward, reassured. "It's nothing too serious. You're lucky the football guys have another one they needed to initiate." Emily latched on Jane's wrist as she noticed the look on Jane's face. She was going to bolt.

"Football guy?" Jane repeated. "Em, you promised to keep those slimy knuckleheads ten feet away from me."

"Don't worry, Jane. It's not Mark or his jerk parade. You're lucky, he's a looker." Julie reassured as she placed her hand on Jane's shoulder. Jane relaxed slightly but gave Emily a pleading look. Emily shrugged her shoulders, unsure who the guy was. "It's just a short game of seven minutes of heaven with a football guy. It's tradition. He's one of the better looking football guys. Millie, go fetch him." Before Jane could say anything, Julie and Emily shoved her into a tiny closet.

"Guys! You fucking suck!" Jane shouted as she furiously pounded the door. She pushed her whole weight against it but it wouldn't move. "How the hell is this initiation? Let me out!" Silence only greeted her back. Jane sighed and groped the closet. It was a standard closet of about three feet length and width. She could feel a bunch of clothes hanging on the rack and a handle of a vacuum cleaner jabbing the small of her back. Only tiny slivers of light filtered through the bottom of the closet door, giving Jane only an outline of the place. She leaned against the side, resigning to her fate.

"Whoa! Wait a second!" A male voice shouted. Jane looked up just in time to be blinded by the bright light that flooded in when the door open. It quickly disappeared and a firm chest collided with hers. She put her hands up, trying to gauge the distance between them. The person in front of her was definitely male. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his toned chiseled chest under her fingers. A soft breath gently caressed her face, sending shivers up and down her spine. "Who's there?" He asked as his warm hands rested on her hips, causing Jane to jump a bit closer.

Jane sucked in a breath as she recognized the male voice. Her fingers slowly traveled up his tight shirt and gently touched his neck. "John?" She asked as her fingers lightly and unconsciously stroked his Adam's apple. A throaty groan came out of his mouth as he leaned into her touch. She felt his lips touch the shell of her ear making her heartbeat quicken. Oh god, she thought, closing her eyes unconsciously, he was so close. She felt a hand travel up her spine – sending tiny shivers of pleasure up her back – and touching her neck, tilting her head up towards his.

"Jane?" He murmured in a husky voice into her ear. She nodded her head, knowing he could feel her action. They were pressed so close, it was practically impossible not to feel anything. Jane took a half a step close, mouth open to ask him a question but that never happened. She was suddenly pushed against the wall, hot lips claiming hers ferociously. In the dark, everything was intensified. Jane fought back viciously, not allowing him to dominate her. His arm snaked around her waist as the other tipped her head to get better access. Jane wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him closer. Their hands explored each other's body over their clothes. John's fingers fiddled with the hem of her tank top, teasing her mercilessly but not touching her bare skin. Jane found herself arching against him, trying to get closer.

When breathing became necessary, Jane reluctantly pulled away, gasping for breath. But John wasn't done with her yet. His hot lips trailed open mouth kisses down her slender throat. Jane sighed out of pleasure and her head tilted back, giving the boy better access. A soft almost inaudible moan unwillingly escaped her mouth. John smirked against her heated skin, still giving butterfly kisses where her neck met her shoulder. "I guess we met sooner than expected." John muttered against her skin, hands tracing the silky exposed skin of her lower back. Jane smiled into the dark, reaching up and pulling his face up back to hers. In the dark, she could barely make out his features but the bit of light revealed his damn blue eyes and infectious smirk.

"You know what, Mr. Smith?" Jane said before peeling his arms off her body. John groaned in disappointment but then she shoved him against the other wall, using her hands to pin his arms over his head. She pressed her body flush against his, allowing him to feel every curve and dip. John tried to hold back a groan but Jane heard it all the same. "Shut up." John opened his mouth, ready to make a smart comment but Jane cut him off with another tantalizing hot kiss.


"Three, two, one! She's done!" Millie announced as she looked up from her iPhone. "I almost feel bad for interrupting them." The soccer girls chuckled as Emily stood up to gather her friend. Sam stood there as the football representative with his hands held over his ears. Emily could hear a soft moan from the closet door. Her soft eyes grew huge.

"Damn, John must be a great kisser." Emily muttered as she gave Sam a catty smile. Frowning, her boyfriend of three months walked up and pulled her into a kiss, making her forget everything about John and his kissing ability. "Sam," Emily chastised as she pushed herself away from him though her fingers were clenching his shirt. "We need to get them out before they do anything else."

Sam sighed into her hair and released her from his tight hold. "John, time to get out!" Sam shouted as he pounded the door. Any sound in the closet ceased immediately followed by a disappointed groan. "Yeah, yeah, I know." Sam shouted back, lacing his fingers with Emily's. "I just hope you're decent."

"Damn you, Sam." John muttered against Jane's neck as he reluctantly pulled away. Jane sighed too as she tugged her tank top down and ran her fingers through her tangled hair. John did the same with his blond locks, groping the floor for his t-shirt and Jane's cardigan that disappeared during the make-out session. Handing her cardigan back, John smirked as he noticed how bruised and swollen her lips had become from the excess kissing. He reached up, gently grazing her lips with his thumb. "You look sexy." John complimented even though he couldn't see her in the dark. He could feel her smile against his fingers. Something very strong was pulling him towards this girl and John would be a fool to fight it.

"Right back at ya." Jane replied, running her hand through his blond hair and down his bare shoulders. "But you can't see me."

"Sure," John said as he pulled her against him, wanting to feel her body against his for one more time. "But you sound sexy." Her chuckle vibrated through his body and she stood on her tiptoes, giving him one last enticing kiss. "Mmm… you taste sexy." John's eyes were closed as he felt the girl slip out of his arms and through the door. He waited until her footsteps disappeared before he opened his eyes.

"Wow…" Sam commented as his friend stepped out of the closet. The initiation between the soccer girls and football guys was a complete secret. No one outside the two teams knew anything about it. "You want to put your shirt on?" John chuckled and pulled the thin material over his head. "So, how was it?"A sly grin appeared on John's face as he tried not to appear smug. "That good?"

"You have no idea." John replied, trying to calm himself down.

"So?" Emily asked as she closed the door of the bathroom and observed Jane's ruffled appearance. Her tank top strap fell off her lithe shoulders. Her hair was tangled in a sexy manner. "Are you glad you came?" Jane didn't answer as she glanced at her reflection. A small trail of hickeys lined her neck. Her makeup was smeared and a ridiculous smile spread on her face. "How was it?"

"Emily, it was…" Jane started as she leaned against this sink, allowing the cool water to float over her hands, cooling her heated skin. She searched her vocabulary for anything close to describing the feeling in the closet. His hot hands traced indescribable patterns on the small of her back. His heated mouth firmly pressed against hers, fighting for control. The sizzling emotion that crackled in the air of the small closet, making it feel like an inferno. "Hot…" She finished, touching her lips.

"Good." Emily said as they stood up and exited the bathroom. "All the girls are dying to hear the details." Jane blushed; still feeling John's hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him. But beyond the hot kisses and caresses there was something under all of that. Something Jane couldn't put her finger on. None of her old boyfriends ever ignited a feeling like that. Only John, Jane thought as Emily pulled her towards where the other soccer girls sat with some football guys. A few girls gave Jane knowing smiles. Most football guys looked miffed, especially Mark who continued watching Jane with predator eyes.

In the middle of the group sat Sarah with her perfectly straight hair and deep blue eyes. She lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw Jane and Emily. "Emily! Jane! There you are!" She exclaimed as she waved them over. Jane happily followed Emily as they headed towards the photographer. "You have to meet my boyfriend. Come here, John." John? Jane turned to see the same boy she kissed a few moments ago walk towards them. John's body was on auto pilot as he headed towards Sarah. His steps faltered as he noticed Jane beside his girlfriend. Oblivious of the tension, Sarah smiled as she hopped up and laced her fingers with John's. "I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, John Smith."

Crap… Jane and John both thought as they gazed into each other's eyes, feeling the same current of energy from before pass through. High school had just got a lot more complicated.

A/N: There we go! John and Jane making out. I might continue this. Ok, this doesn't really happen in high school but it sounded like a fun thing to write. I have another idea that will follow this AU, so look forward to it. Also, the car lock thing did happen to me. My friend's mom drove me home and the child lock was on. I guess my friend is an escape artist. Quite depressing since he was 16. I also have Jane's outfit in my closet. My favorite outfit! =) Review!