A/N: Hey guys! Reviews are up. Love you all for having such positive feedback, even the criticism is nice!
Ck4plh4ever—haha yeah it was, really sorry it was so short…this one will be longer. Haha just curious…what does your pen name stand for?
Gilmoregirls1197—haha thanks for being so excited about the last update, I'll admit it wasn't my best. Definitely get your feelings about Zoe, if she's around next season I'm going to lose it!
Guest—I'm sorry for doing this to do…mind telling me what I did?
Lauraluver2000—I'm super super happy you liked it so much! Thank you
Anonymous—Thank you, I agree that they would be better longer. As for Jane's P.O.V. they definitely could be better, really trying to work on my writing format. If you don't mind I would love for you to tell me what exactly you don't like about Jane's P.O.V. so I could make it better because I definitely agree it needs improving. Thank you for your input, I'll keep writing for sure (:
You walk out in a sort of haze. Paris, France. You had the opportunity to live in Paris, France! It's not like anyone would miss you. People in school wouldn't even notice you were gone, Ben would continue his with his baseball career, mother would have Dakota, and Billy—well he had Zoe, right? No one would miss you.
You get home and look around your house, memorizing every detail, remembering memories in every room. You get into your room and start packing, when the doorbell rings. You open it, "Tommy?"
Jane's P.O.V.
"Hey Tommy," you say, trying not to let your confusion show but failing miserably, "what are you doing here?"
He looked up at you with red-rimmed eyes and that disheveled look that was clearly from drinking and sleeping too much. "We need to talk Jane."
"Um, sure…do you want to come in or—"
He shifted uncomfortably against the door frame, not exactly sure of his place. "Nah it's fine, I know I'm not quite…welcome here."
You frown slightly, it's true but you've always been a people pleaser. You open the door wider in an invitation to come in.
He shakes his head, "it's okay Jane, I'm not going to stay long." He sighs and runs his fingers through his messy brown hair. "I know I've never been the best brother to Billy," you snort at this, but Tommy continues, "but I'm really worried about him."
This makes you look up in concern, "What's wrong with him Tommy?"
He sighs, "It's just, look Jane…I know you two have been having issues but, you gotta fix up whatever has gone bad."
You shake your head, "No, I can't do that Tommy. He's better off without me messing everything up."
Tommy looks at you in disbelief. "Are you kidding Jane? You're the only thing that keeps him going. I swear he would have dropped out like I did had you not been there for him. You make him so happy, it's like his whole world is revolved around you…which is disgustingly sweet by the way." You giggle at this. "and ever since this whole, whatever it is between you, thing happened he's just…not okay. He hasn't been eating, he's barely sleeping and when he does sleep I can't get him up. It's like he's lost all will to live."
You laugh, "He has Zoe, you know, his perfect little girlfriend? He doesn't need me; you're reading way too much into this Tommy."
He pounds his fist against the door, causing you to jump. "Forget it Jane," he looks at her with piercing eyes, "I knew you wouldn't believe me anyway, why would you." He turns away to leave, looking so defeated that your heart feels terribly and your eyes well up with tears.
You grab the back of his gray tee-shirt, clutching the soft fabric like your life depends on it. He stops, surprised. "I'll, I'll talk to him Tommy. Thanks for coming by."
He turns his head and gives you a small smile, "thanks kid." You let go of his shirt and watch him disappear into the distance. You look at your watch; Donovan-Decker doesn't close for another couple hours. It's time to catch a train.
You arrive at Donovan-Decker, breathless. You had run all the way here from the train station, desperate to speak to Grey before she left. You stand in front of her office, waiting for her to notice you. After a few minutes of typing, she speaks. "Jane, I thought I told you to take the rest of the day off."
"You did, but—"
"You came to give me your decision." Grey states, finally looking up at you, folding her hands.
"I'm sorry Grey, but…I can't go."
This obviously hadn't been the answer she was expecting, "Excuse me? You do know that if you do not come with me, you will be out of a job? And missing out on the best experience of your fashion life!"
"I'm sorry Grey, it's just that my best friend Billy needs me. He's always been there for me, and this time I have to be there for him. I'm—so sorry. It's been the greatest privilege to work for you Grey, I'll never be able to thank you enough."
With tears in your eyes, you turn and quickly walk out of the office, running into India in the process. You smirk ironically at her, "Well, congratulations India. I'm finally out of your way." And before you can comprehend the conflicted look in India's eyes, you rush to your office, pack up your things, and finally leave Donovan-Decker; for good.
The next day at school was hard. It was hard knowing that you were back to being a no one. It was hard knowing that you were going to have to talk to Billy that day as well.
You tried approaching Billy numerous times that day but Zoe was always near him. So you decided to wait until play practice when she would be busy.
Billy's P.O.V.
"Hey Billy." It was that angelic voice you thought you'd never hear again. You spun around, finding yourself face to face with Jane. You were so happy you could almost…kiss her.
"Hey Janey," you whisper softly. Two steps, she's two steps away. Right now that distance is an immeasurable gap of feelings unspoken and hesitant words. You take a step towards her. Please, Janey, please take the step. And she does. She takes the step to close the gap and wraps her arms around your waist, burying her head into your chest. You pull her closer, molding your body with hers, inhaling the oh so familiar scent of Jane.
"Billy, I—I've missed you. I have to tell you something Billy," She pulls away for a split second to look up at your face, "I—"
"Well look what we have here. I told you she was a homewrecking slut!" Lulu was talking to Harper, but looking right at Jane. You opened your mouth to defend her, but then Zoe came marching over.
"Billy! I thought you told me there was nothing between you and Jane." Zoe yells.
"Well obviously he was lying," Lulu states.
"Shut up Lulu," You hiss.
"This is where I draw the line Billy. Either you leave with me, or you stay with Jane. But I'm only giving you one chance to choose." Zoe demands.
You force yourself to look away from Jane's beautiful brown eyes as you make the one decision you know you'll regret for the rest of your life. You let go of Jane and walk out of the theatre with Zoe. Never looking back at the broken thing you left behind.
Jane's P.O.V.
So this was it. He made his choice and left you behind. You fight back tears as you push past Lulu and her mockeries. You rush out the door and finally make it to your locker, stumbling like a drunken person. You clumsily opened my 'slut' tagged locker and began to shove your things inside your bag. You wern't needed here, so what was keeping you? Absolutely nothing. You shut your locker with a bang, you would never come back. You technically had all your credits anyway. You'd correspond with the principal later and figure out how to get your diploma.
Shaking your head clear of all the technicalities, you hold your head up high and march out of White Marsh for the last time, never looking back.
You call Grey, wondering shakily how she will take your sudden change of heart. "I figured you would change your mind." She tells you, "So I bought you a ticket anyway. Meet me at the airport tomorrow at 2pm, our plane boards at four. Goodbye, Jane."
You snap your phone shut. Ben will be off his tour in a week, so you decide to write him a letter
Dear Ben,
Don't freak out, but that text I sent you about being out of country for a short business trip was a lie. I'm moving there for business. I'm eighteen so I can decide this without your permission, but I felt like explaining it to you anyway. I'll correspond with my principal over email and see if I can get my diploma (though it doesn't really matter since I already have my dream job). I really hope you finally pursue your dream in baseball, you deserve it. Mom is with Dakota in some state I don't remember, but don't get mad at her; she didn't know you were leaving. Miss Shaw really loves you, make it up to her. Sorry my note is so scrambled, but I'm leaving soon! You're the best big brother anyone could have ever asked for and I love you a lot.
I love you and I'm sorry,
Jane Q.