Plastic is (even more) Fantastic
'I kissed your boyfriend' echoed in Jane's head over and over as she ran right out of Lawndale High, her combat boots not even slowing her down.
'I kissed your boyfriend. I kissed Tom. I didn't mean to.'
Jane kept running.
'I kissed your boyfriend.'
Her house came into sight in the distance.
'I kissed your boyfriend.'
Jane came right within two houses of Casa Lane.
'I kissed your boyfri-STOP!'
Jane suddenly stopped in mid-stride, turning as rigid as a board, panting heavily and sweating buckets, however her eyes narrowed as she saw her own house.
"Fuck finding Sloane and beating him up." Jane grunted to herself in between labored breaths as she forced herself to move, not in the direction of the Crewe Neck and the home of that motherfucking sonofabitch-.
The rage filed thoughts became so much more tightly focused as Jane reached the door and turned the knob and stepped, calmly, inside the house.
Three Day Time Lapse
In three days time, Daria and Tom became very worried since they hadn't seen one sight of Jane Lane, and they were both turned away at the door by Trent who would only say that "Janie's ok, she just wants to be alone right now." and nothing else.
Jane however hadn't been idle.
A series of phone calls were made from Casa Lane, a ton of bizarre things were ordered and sent all over the world, all of which were charged to a certain piece of plastic that normally resided in Jane's favorite red leather handbag.
But the last one was made on a specially ordered cell phone that could, among many other things, fake the location where the caller was calling from, screwing completely with any attempts to trace the call.
Or...
"Oh hello Mr. Doom." Jane said in a faux-old lady voice, "I'm calling from Visa about a large number of suspicious purchases made to your account..."
The Fourth Day
Everything was a blur for one Daria Morgendorffer, she was crashed on her family's living room couch with a box of tissues (unused, handed to her by Quinn), a blanket wrapped around her, all attempts by family to talk to her were ignored.
The reason for all this was playing on a seemingly continuous loop on the news.
"...And in latest developments it was discovered that three of the four members of the Sloane family were brutally tortured before the manor along with the adjacent private community was assaulted by servo-robots believed to be in the service of Victor von Doom, better known as Doctor Doom. The fourth, Elsie Sloane is still considered to be missing. The government of Latveria has refused to comment."
A loud knock at the door nearly caused Daria to jump out of her skin.
After a non-heroic '"Eep!" Daria managed to untangle herself out of the blanket and went to answer the door.
The person on the side was the last person she expected to see.
"Jane!"
Her friend looked perfectly healthy, though for some reason she was wearing a red shirt, jeans, and running shoes instead of her usual ensemble.
"Hey Daria," Jane replied as if it was any other day, "How you doin'?"
Daria just pulled her into a hug, Jane seemed a bit surprised for a moment before returning the hug.
As she followed Daria in, Jane toyed with the idea of some big, climatic speech but decided to skip it.
'I think I can forgive her in time,' Jane thought, 'But right now she's as hurt and confused as I was right after the confession.'
Thus two teenage girls sat down and the scorned one began to lay a foundation for a friendship renewed, and it was all thanks to a piece of plastic known as a Visa Infinite card.