Janes POV
Blood boils threw her veins as she walks away from Micheal Wheeler, her boyfriend. She walks to a table with alcohol and drinks down a whole cup. Jane was always the 'classy' type. She was neat and kind but her heart was on her sleeve, she felt like she was falling apart.
From the corner of her eyes she spots a red headed Greaser cheering her on. It was the girl from school, based on the looks of her she was obviously on something and didn't remember who she was.
Jane couldn't help but to smile at the girl who smiles back at her. The red head speaks "names max, and you are?". Jane looks at Max and she would have normally turned with discuss yet she stayed because there was somethings-bout the look in the girls eyes the drawers Jane in.
She finally manages to utter the words "I'm Jane". Max smiles turns into a wide grin "well Jane what being ya to the alcohol, I've seen you around all night but not a drop of alcohol has touched them pretty lips till now?". Jane felt flustered and lost eye contact for a moment "my boyfriend, he's over there sucking collor bones and kissing men" she sighs as she grabs another cup of red alcohol.
Max nods "fuck em". Jane was about to stand up for mike but something different comes out her perfectly unchapped lips "your right, let him take in the ass ,I'm threw this him." Max claps for the girl and raps her arm around Janes shoulders "what ya waiting for go dump his ass!".
Jane looks at Max with confidence before taking a long sip of her drip, throwing it to the grown. Her heals click as she walks over to Mike. He didn't seem to notice her because his eyes were gawking at this brown haired Greaser. She wanted to gag at the sight of her first love drifting away.
She goes to mike and grabs him by his shirt "Micheal Wheeler, We are three. Don't come crying back to me when you need a shoulder to cry on! You are cheating scum and I want nothing to do with your worthless ass". Before he can say a word Jane turns and walks to Max who looks shocked yet very proud.
Max raps her arm around the girl and leads her to a corner to sit and talk.
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Kinda short I'm sorry I have a lot of school going on but I don't like to disappoint-missy B
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The Grease/st
أدب الهواةSʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ HERE Lᴏɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ! It's 1965 in Hawkins Indian and young teens are outraged. Hawkins prep, a upper class private school in the west side is shutting down. The Socs now have to be transferred to Hawkins public high schoo...
