Joe.
Ahh, Joe. Jane would never tell anyone about Joe. What she felt for him or how she thought of him, No it could never go anywhere. Joe was a year older - a student - and also, taken. Sandy was someone Jane had never met, nor had any wish to met, knowing that when she finally did her self esteem would sink even lower and she would hate her self for hating such an amazingly nice girl. Though it didn't seem like Joe was in love with Sandy, Jane got this vibe that he was very much so, despite the number of friend in the group who though Joe and Alex where a little... closer, then best friends should be. Jane had to admit she was a little... Very jealous of Joe and Alex's relationship, however, with her donkey laugh and overly loud voice (coupled with a tendency to take things a bit to far - in the annoying way, not the bad way) she knew she could never pull of the cool calmness the Alex seemed to pull of with such ease. While everyone like Jane, everyone trusted Alex.
But Joe.
Joe. Jane had thought it over so many times in her head. The boy was handsome, she was barely passable as cute. He was suave and funny, Jane... well she was only funny to herself. Joe was rich. Well she believed him to be, though it wasn't always clear how rich and she never felt inclined to ask. She didn't care about the money (though, its always a bonus right?) no, it was the class difference that came with money. Joe was the smart, privet school lad, with a grate sense of style and could look good wearing a bin bag. Jane was... well she just wasn't. Jane was the kind to daydream in class and miss the point, the one to pick up what ever was on her floor unless she was going out with friends, and she had to work to look presentable - which wasn’t easy since her skin sucked, she was 16 stone and hated make up with a passion.. oh and her hair was frizzy and took an hour to straighten on a good day.
Joe.
No Joe was out of her reach and destined to stay as a best friend. Jane would just have to stick to e-mailing her lover, Ollie, in America and pretending she still loved him as much as he desperately loved her for fear of braking his heart and then getting lonely and running back to him with fake lust. Ollie dissevered much better then Jane and Jane wanted so much more then Ollie...
Do you feel sorry for Jane?
I don't.
Bitch.
