She let her body fall onto her vanity, staring at the flooded pool of tears lining her eyes. Tears of joy to see Nathan again, tears of disappointment in herself for letting him see her like this. How was he ever going to find her special, when the passionate kiss that sparked their interest in each other was something that she shared with everyone now. At least, that's what she thought he must be thinking. In all honesty, Jenny has never been involved with more than one person since the Nate story and his name was Nick, the complete opposite of Nate. He was post-punk and resembled the lead singer of the sex pistols, with his hair bright red and patterned torn pants and leather jacket that Jenny spent her nights cuddling in after their breakup. Nick's i-don't-care attitude only fooled her for so long when he started to become distant from her, blaming it on her career choice and accusing her of sleeping with clients. However, it turned out that he was the one that was cheating on her, oh his clever i-don't-care attitude. What was left of him was that leather jacket, the only thing that warmed her in a loving way, he was all about his image and now she stole that from him. He was nothing like Nate, she had never loved anyone else besides him and she didn't think she ever would.
Kissing the vanity mirror, her bright red lipstick faded into a soft shade of pink and the wig that covered her hair was now on the floor with a pile of other styled wigs. Most of the wigs were Cherry's, she really liked getting into her other characters. The tousled mess of blond looked good on new-Jenny, the edgy girl that held a pack of sugar-coated cigarettes in her leather jacket pocket that the local liquor store would give to her without ID, because she was 'swell' and the acrylic black fingernails that she coated in glitter and rings. Picking up her purse, she shoved tonight's money in it and rushed out the backdoor before she had to deal with getting yelled at by her manager, Spencer.
"See you later doll face." Was the last thing that she heard someone whisper out to her before her body met the frisk cold wind of February. Shuffling her hands in her pockets for a smoke, she was interrupted by a boy, the one who didn't look so familiar without his smiling eyes. She kept wanting to blame herself for how things happened, but she had remembered that he was the one who left her heart on the line and then abandoned her. Jenny gave him a cold expression, pulling the cigarette to her mouth and giving it a light.
"I didn't know that you were still living in Brooklyn" he whispered, eyes on the floor.
"You can't even look at me, really? Are you that childish?" she said coldly, inhaling the stick in her mouth like it was last breath. She could feel the anger in him, he must've been thinking her face was the ground, the way he stomped up from it, this time looking at her directly in the face.
"And I suppose you think you're the most mature person in the world with your night job and no curfew then?" he retorted. Pulling the cigarette out of Jenny's hand and throwing it to the floor. "You're really classy, Jenny."
Watching the burning cigarette fall to the floor, she lost her voice with it. She wasn't use to this voice, after having thought about it for so long, it didn't comfort her the way it use to. This must've been her fault. "Are you still going to act like the protective brother? We all know that never worked out." She could feel the tears coming, but she would force them back in. She didn't want him to know the power he had over her, not ever. She was suppose to be the new independent, provocative Jenny that got everything she wanted. Instead of waiting for a response, she started to strut away, her stilettos making the puddles of water on the floor splash and soak her feet. Letting the sound of her heels covering her soft sob, she hoped the rain would camouflage her teary eyes.
Just walk away and don't look back, she kept repeating in her head. Ready to cross the red light of the street, she jumped back when a car swiveled past her honking…. "Jesus" she gasped, so in shock from everything that had just happened in the last twenty minutes of her life. Holding her weight with the street pole, she let Nate follow her and wrap his arm around her neck, holding her face closer to his chest. "I just wanted you to care." He said, his other arm grabbing her away from the pole into a hug. She did care, more about him than everything else. More than the family she left to help heal her broken heart, more than the job she worked to forget and more than her life of popularity which she shed when she went off the map and got a new alias. Lifting her soaking head off of his chest, she looked up at him, his face more familiar than ever. "I do, don't you worry." Her cheeks more colorful than ever, she sighed and let her head rest on his shoulder.
