AN: Isabella: Thank you! I'm glad you like my incorporation of the spoilers. My story line will most likely be different from the shows but I'll try very hard to incorporate the spoilers every week. Also, thank you to everyone who follows this story, it means a lot. If you have any ideas on what you would like to see or how I could make this story better, let me know and I'll definitely consider it. Xo-OppasAnjell
Billy's P.O.V.
I feel really bad about what happened at the party, I mean really bad. I feel like I just totally screwed up my friendship with Janey and Zoe isn't making it any better. Today in class I casually mentioned going over to Janey's because I haven't seen nor heard from her in seven days…that's like eight thousand years in Janey world. Zoe practically gave me the death glare and again started lecturing me about how I had spent all last week at Janey's. I thought we had gotten over all our issues when I apologized about calling her a 'colossal waste of time' when she was practicing lines with Fadden and when we had…well, slept together at the party. I sighed as I slipped down in my seat. Why was Janey always made out to be the bad guy by my girlfriends? She was so sweet…
Jane's P.O.V.
My fever finally went down! I breathed a sigh of relief as I checked my phone calendar. Ugh, it was already Sunday? Back to my crazy life tomorrow. I sluggishly got out of bed and stood in front of my mirror. I haven't eaten nor showered since last Friday and it was definitely showing. I tiredly groaned and made my way into the bathroom. Feeling lightheaded, I held on to the sink and looked into the mirror, I look like someone beat the living day lights out of me. I shake my head, get it together Jane. I took a long shower, enjoying the warm water that was cascading over my cold skin. After showering and changing into a clean pair of pajamas, I checked my phone. True to her word, Grey really did give me a week and a half off; no messages, no voicemails…except one. Deciding to listen to the voicemail later, I discarded Billy's texts and voicemails…oh who am I kidding, I read and listened to every single one. Out of all the "I'm sorry"'s and "Let's talk"'s he never once mentioned my birthday. Even before, he had always remembered my birthday when I Just Jane. But now, I was Just Jane who couldn't measure up to the almighty Zoe, and that hurt, a lot.
So, deciding to wait until after I finished all the costumes that night to check the voicemail from Grey turned out to be a huge mistake. As it turns out, Jeremy was holding the future of Donovan Decker in his hands and he had no idea. Grey was desperate to get him back, and I had a way to do it.
Billy's P.O.V.
I always hate going back to school, especially on Mondays. But this time I wasn't as reluctant to come, I had to see Janey and if I couldn't go over to her house it would have to be at school. Soon after the early bell rang, Ms. Previously-MIA walked right past me. "Janey!" I yelled. How did she not see me? "Janey!" I yelled louder but she kept going. Was she mad? She hadn't looked like she was purposely ignoring me. I ran up to her and grabbed her arm. She stopped and stared at me, in a semi-confused and partially impatient way?
"Billy?" she asked. I couldn't answer her. She jerked her arm away from my hand and nervously looked up at me, "guess I'm going to go." She walked away, leaving me staring in shock in the hand that had held her arm. Her skin, normally so warm and coloured pink, had been cold to the touch and ghastly white. And when she looked at me, that wasn't Janey. Her eyes always held a sparkle, a secret; but now all they were was dull. What happened during the week she was gone?
Jane's P.O.V.
I don't understand him anymore. Why doesn't he have anything to say to me? Why, when I looked into his eyes, I didn't see understanding; just confusion of whom I was. I lightly pounded my head on my locker and immediately regretted it as a wave of nausea and dizziness hit. I staggered back and, just like last Friday, prayed to God that the day would quickly pass.
School ended and I rushed over to the theater to give Amanda the finished costumes. I practically shoved them in her arms and hurried off, I didn't really like her to begin with and I really didn't like her after she tried to steal Ben from Rita. I was almost to the doors when I was stopped by the almighty Zoe. "Hi, Jane." She smiled at me as her eyes narrowed at me. Tone…not friendly!
"…hi," I mutter, the nausea and dizziness is coming back.
"Jealousy got your tongue, or is guilt what's keeping you from having any sort of intelligent conversation with me?" she asks snidely. The nausea and dizziness is really bad now. She glares at me, "Stay away from Billy, you're a homewrecker."
"But—"I stutter, trying to swallow down bile long enough to make a statement, "he's my best friend."
Zoe gives me a look that chills me to the bone. It's a smug smile, one that tells me all I need to know. She's set out to replace me, and she plans on succeeding. With that, she flounces away in the Cinderella dress, MY dress. She could have at least said thank you, I think before rushing to the nearest trash can to throw up all the nonexistent food I ate that day. After thoroughly disgusting myself (I seriously hate being sick) I pop a breath mint and change in one of the theater's dressing rooms for work. I have a super hard time catching a taxi and am late for work. Ugh, I swear the universe is out to get me! I exclaim to a not interested taxi driver. I crash into work and as soon as I see Grey I start babbling about how sorry I am for being late and inconveniencing her when she holds up her hand. "Look Jane," I'm so afraid she's going to fire me, if I'm nothing without Billy, I'm even more of a nothing without my job. "All is forgiven; you saved this merger by contacting Jeremy." I stand there in shock. "What are you still standing here for? Get to work!" I work feverously for the rest of the day, probably getting more done than anyone there. By now most everyone has gone home but I'm immersed in my work, or at least immersed in the feeling of not focusing on Billy and Zoe. "Knock Knock," a voice says, bringing me back to reality. I look up, "Hey Eli," I grimace before passing out.
Billy's P.O.V.
I was sitting on my bed, trying to figure out what had happened to Janey. Was she really taking the whole me and Zoe thing that harshly? Nah, that couldn't be the reason. She didn't like me like that, right? My phone lit up next to me. It was Jane.
Jane's P.O.V.
I woke up in my bed, how did I get here? Wasn't I just at work? Then Billy walked in with a bowl of soup. "Hey Janey," he softly murmured as he sat down next to me and handed me the soup.
"How, what happened?" I asked.
"You passed out at work. Eli saw that I was the most frequently called on your phone and told me to come pick you up." He gently pushed my hair back and I stiffened. He looked confused but didn't say anything other than to eat my soup.
"This needs to stop." I said.
"What? Eating soup? I always thought you were a firm believer in the healing power of chicken noodle!" he says jokingly.
"No, Billy!" I shout, getting him to look at me confusedly. "You're time of playing hero with me is up. No more coming to my rescue. No more late night movie marathons and panicked phone calls. No more checking up on me, focus on Zoe. I've had enough" he starts to say something, but I don't want to risk taking everything I said back, because I really want to. "Get out!" I scream. He slowly gets up and leaves my room, taking one more look before closing the door softly behind him. I cry silently, in the end, all I'm left with is me, myself, and a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup starting to get salty from all my pathetic tears. "There you go Zoe, you won."
Billy's P.O.V.
I tried to keep it together as I left Janey's house, but I'd be lying if I said a few tears didn't fall when I got into my car. I had never seen her so angry, so hurt. I had seen her calendar when I left her room for the last time, a date circled in bright red the Saturday after the party. I thought hard about what it could be when suddenly it came to me. I had missed her birthday! She got to wake up to a messy house and her best friend asleep with some girl he had had sex with on her birthday (AN: I understand that Jane's birthday was earlier [I think] but for the sake of my story it was the Saturday after the party) and I hadn't even remembered. What had I done to my best friend? You've finally broken the most precious thing in your life a voice whispers in my head. "I'm so sorry Janey," I whisper as I (girlishly) break into regretful tears.