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|June 5 1986| PRETTY JANE!! — ❝ Can't you tell? ❞
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Come over tomorrow," said the blonde. "Ed is going to pick me up with my sister."
"Why do you hang out with that guy? He's nothing but trouble." Her boyfriend derided.
"I...well...I don't— to get out, I guess, because no one's home most of the time." Her words stumbled. Jane felt unsure why she hung out with someone like Ed.
Despite dealing with his anger issues, his company isn't as bad as others make it out to be, especially Kyle. She guided her boyfriend out the entryway of their home, snickering a laugh from capturing a glimpse of his heels lurch down the steps of her parent's home. "Goodnight, Kyle," She farewells.
"Aww, come on. You sure you won't miss me when I leave?" playfully speaking, he was.
Jane's lips squinted, restraining the smile urging to be revealed on her face. "That's not what I said earlier–" Kyle retraced his steps. "What did you say?" His lips stretch, flaunting a big smile beneath.
Jane's eyes followed his figure, closing in their gap. "well, you know.."
Distant music amplified from their left, building its strident melody in the neighborhood. A black Chevrolet Camaro swirled in the Clawfin's driveway, ringing both Kyles & Janes's ears with blaring beats. "Is that who I think it is?" Kyle covers his ears(so did Jane), assuming who the driver may be.
"Kyle!" Ed climbs out his window from the driver's side, vaunting his smug smile in their direction. Edmond Turner, the troublemaker of Beverly Hills, Mr. Turner's perfect son. As ideal as he may seem, he's not how he may appear.
His out of nowhere tantrums in public would be so random and unnecessary—a valid reason not to hang with someone like him. Yet Jane does the exact opposite.
A memory she vividly remembers was during her junior year. Her reason for still being friends with someone like Edmond Turner. Junior prom was cutting in close, and she hasn't had the time to look for a dress to this day. It was only supposed to be her and Paris, but because Ed had nothing better to do, Paris let him tag along.
