Dear Jane Doe

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Her Pov.

I was happy. For the first time in so long I was happy. The walks down my lane had taken on a whole new meaning, they used to be about me but now they were about ‘us’. My admirer and me and our exchanged notes.

Sometimes they made me laugh out loud, other times they made me smile gratefully for all of the beautiful things he wrote. I could only imagine what a glorious gentleman it took to conjure up such delicate messages.

But no matter how many nights I tried to imagine myself in the arms of this faceless man it didn’t work. Every time it mingled into Alec Bradshaw’s and it was starting to become painful. Having a crush on someone so unreachable and unpredictable was pure madness. If I had an inch of sense I would heed my mother’s advice and keep to myself. But I suppose I didn’t have any.

It was an open day at the town’s college. All about to graduate ‘highschoolers’ missed a day of education to sweep up and down curiously amid the intimidating college pupils. It was a day written in so many of their diaries as the day to go scoping for hot older partners.

I was scared shitless.Maybe it was the fact that I would be out of my depth with unknown people or maybe it was the knowledge that Alec Bradshaw would be there. Either way, when the bus pulled up at the college my hands shook terribly while I fiddled with my bag. Girls snickered behind me but I tried to ignore them.

We were coaxed out into the grounds. I gripped the hem of my skirt tightly as if it would simply blow off with the incoming breeze. Eyes bore into us as if we were animals in a zoo. Thank God it wasn’t a petting zoo. I didn’t deal with physical contact easily.

The teacher seemed to think us ‘kids were socialising’ so left us to our own devices. Many of the girls fanned out in hunting groups to prowl around college meat while the boys made a bee-line for the skirt clad women. I stood alone with my books doing my upmost best to look like I wanted to be there. A few boys sidled up to me but every one slunk away at the sight of someone behind me. I turned my head stiffly, scared I was going to find myself with the college bully, if such a thing existed.

“Didn’t know you were here” Jo smiled brilliantly and I let out a sigh of pure relief. He laughed at my reaction “who did you think I was?”

“The college bully” I smiled along with him.

“They don’t exist here, or if they did it would probably be Alec Bradshaw.” My heart tightened at the mention of his name.

“He’s a bully?”

“Hell no, but he pretty much runs this place. He’s not called ‘the king’ for nothing.” I smiled politely but was still battling with my heart beat. It wasn’t supposed to be this bloody high. “Oh wait, there he is now. Working his magic with another closet girl I see.” I followed his gaze to see ‘the king’ himself with a short brunette cupped around his arm.

“Closet girl?” I managed to choke out through the shock. Why was I so shocked? A boy that good looking must have had a girlfriend, a very pretty girlfriend at that.

“Our Alec’s a bit of a player. Actually if you looked it up in the dictionary it would probably have him as its description. The closet girls are a nick name for all the girls he shags in the janitor’s closet.”

“That’s awful” I exclaimed, hugging my books so tightly they were starting to leave an imprint on my skin.

“He’s a boy” Jo shrugged as if this was the only defence he needed. “The girls know what they’re getting into. It’s always flirt, sex, ditch; that’s just the way Alec is. We don’t see him changing anytime soon.”

Why did this news have to be so painful? Of course a boy like that was a total scum bag. He was in a bloody band for God’s sake. Girls were drawn to him like bees to nectar or whatever that saying was. They were even willing to discard all dignity for 5 minutes in the closet with him.

“Better get going” Jo prodded me slightly “looks like your lot are going in.” I barely heard him, all I saw was Alec walking smugly along with his new arm candy. It hurt more than it should have. I walked like a high school zombie complete with books through the college crowd. If this was the way he treated girls then he certainly wasn’t worthy of my dreams. Despite thinking this, it wouldn’t stop our hands intertwining in my imaginings.