Here Lies Jane Doe

Fake Girlfriends

Hey UESiders, and have I got a game for you. Spot the difference. How many differences can you see in Pencil-Boy's photo? Know my name, keep the secrets. Jane Doe, kisses x.

Henry Bass... What have you gotten yourself into? I thought, looking down at my phone. It was so out of character for him – for him to be randomly kissing girls, and literally on his doorstep. Since Jane Doe came onto the scene, Henry was becoming more like his father. From what I had heard, Charles Bass was known for being a little bit of a lothario in his younger years.

And what about Harper – I still hadn't properly gotten to the bottom of what had upset her last Friday.

As for Seb, he needed to start being honest with us. He was ignoring my texts and DMs. I was at a loss. A simple idea came to me, I'd have to go to his house. It seemed like the only way. I'd been there a couple of times before, but not so much since the mayoral re-election was looming. Seb's dad was in and out of the Mayor's chair like you would not believe.

Instead of giving Seb a warning that I was coming, I hailed a cab after walking around the corner from my house. I knew if I texted him, he would either ignore me or left the house.

A mustard-yellow car pulled up, its driver wearing a trucker cap. I slid into the backseat, reciting the address. The taxi-driver grunted, nodded and pulled out.

If I texted Seb, he would either ignore me or leave the house. Probably both. Ever since this 'Jane Doe' appeared our friendship hasn't been the same, and I doubt it ever will be again.

I looked out the window, sighing. I spied a brown head of hair and the stooped posture of a stressed-out Sebastian. I leant forward to talk to the taxi-driver, "Here is fine!" He nodded/grunted again, pulling over next to the swift foot traffic of high-end Upper East Side. "Here." I handed the driver a handful of green bills from inside my purse and darted out the car towards Seb.

"Here is fine!" I practically yelled as we were in the busy part of the Upper East Side. "Here." I handed the driver some cash and darted out the car towards Seb.

"Sebastian!"

He genuinely froze as I shouted, a mix of genuine emotion flooding his features, fear, shock, horror, exhaustion, anger, exasperation. It gave me enough time to catch up to him. He turned around to face me, eyes heavy.

"Are you okay, Seb? I texted you, but you never replied..." I asked, keeping strong eye contact whilst trying not to get lost in his blue eyes.

"Vick, please. I can't do this right now," he whispered sharply. "I have to sort things out and try to salvage the relationship." A flash of jealousy coursed through my mind, but disappeared when he continued. "But that's looking pretty unlikely since Jane Doe can't seem to stop meddling in other people's business!" he snapped, frustrated with a fist grabbing his hair

I held his arm gently, knowing he would try and run off. "Seb, look. We're supposed to be best friends. Me, you and Henry. That's how it is and that's how it always has been. You can't shut us out over this. Please don't shut us out. I care way too much about you to let you go through this alone. Please talk to me." Deep down, something was telling me to confess my feelings for him, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it when I knew he had a girlfriend.

"Vick. I can't tell you because of Jane Doe. I don't want to have to question anyone's loyalty. You wouldn't understand."

Over his shoulder, I could see a woman with long brown hair watching me closely from behind black rimmed glasses. I couldn't see much of her face because of the hat she wore. It was clear that she was watching me and Sebastian closely, but when she noticed me watching her, she panicked. The lady turned on her feet, but I had a feeling.