Here Lies Jane Doe

Who Even is She?

The words of the second Jane Doe post were etched in my brain.

Take Sebastian Archibald for example... In public, he comes across as the model son of the prestigious Mayor Archibald. In private, Sebastian Archibald thinks himself to be the Gatsby party boy of the Upper East Side. In secret, he's hiding a relationship – looks like he's becoming the womanizer of St Jude's, but I'll leave this special lady's identity a secret on this one occasion. Sebastian, be careful ;)

Keep my secret. Know my name. Jane Doe. Kisses xx

I held the phone out for Henry to look at, trying not to let Sebastian see at first, but then I thought; what difference it would make? He's going to find out eventually.

In my mind, I wondered if Henry might have had an inkling about Sebastian's secret relationship, but from the look that was now plastered on his face, he didn't.

"What is it? Give me the phone." Sebastian reached for the phone, but I pulled it back.

"Sebastian- it's about you..." I warned him hesitantly, not sure whether to tell him or not – I didn't want to, because honestly, I was angry and annoyed. "Who's your secret girlfriend then?" I asked abruptly.

His duck-egg blue eyes widened. "What are- who have you been talking to?"

I showed him the phone. "Looks like you are the first victim of Jane Doe..." I said ruefully.

Sebastian's eyes scrolled left to right on the screen and cursed under his breath. He nearly took my phone with him when he stood up. "I got to go..." he said, looking like a stunned bird. Fluttery, unsure and taking off.

Within moments, he had left and was striding out of the Boathouse. I looked back and forth between Henry and Sebastian, awkwardly whispering an apology.

"Sorry Henry, I have to check that he's okay..."

Henry nodded whilst subtly trying to roll his eyes. "Course. Let me know how it goes..."

I darted out the door and after Sebastian, not even caring that my skirt was riding up my thighs. The thing is, me, Sebastian and Henry had always been like the three musketeers so in a way, they always had a special place in my heart. Feeling my heart pounding in my ears, I called out for Sebastian to stop storming off.

"Wait!"

"Not now Victoria. I need to sort things out over this Jane Doe crap!" he shouted angrily, making me flinch ad step back. "I'm sorry alright..." Sebastian rubbed his eyes and looked like he was gathering his thoughts together. "If this gets out into the mainstream media, then we're screwed."

"We? What do you mean, 'we'?" I asked calmly, trying not to press him too much. "It's okay, you can talk to me."

"Don't you get it!? I can't talk to you... I can't talk to anyone about this! Just leave me alone, Vick..." He turned sharply and stormed off into the city with his phone in his hands and hair falling into his eyes.

I stayed where I was, watching all the people pass me by, hoping that they weren't noticing the miserable expression on my face. Rather than chase after Nate, I made my way back home, wondering what would be waiting for me there.

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Where we lived was so surreal, like we had just stepped out onto a Sex and the City film with spotless stone steps leading up to a glossy white door that was almost double the size of me in height. At either side of the door were these gorgeous marble pillars which I loved because it reminded me of our family vacations to Greece and Italy. One thing I loved about the holidays was being able to travel and see new countries.