Jane & Edward | Convincing and Horses
The thing was, Jane had never had anyone notice her before. Not once. In any way, shape, or form. She was always the girl that went by getting good grades, having one or two friends along the way. But without Tarzan here, she had approximately zilch friends. A few acquaintances, but they hadn't hung out or anything. And now... Now she'd met this guy, who was sweet as can be, and couldn't make her smile wider. It was, for the first time, this wonderful feeling of knowing someone knows you exist, and it was like a fall, chilly breeze, that blew your hair back and made you smile and wrap your arms around your chest just a little tighter. As Jane finished braiding her hair, just trying to pass the time, she smiled, just like she had been all day. Or, rather, since she'd first talked to Edward. But then, she looked in the mirror, and the smile slowly faded. It flickered, like a light, then burnt out.
She realized there were circles under her eyes from studying, her part was zig-zagged and everywhere, and needed to be fixed, the braid was coming apart-- already-- and she looked, just... A mess. She gulped, not sure whether to be frustrated, or exhausted, or just utterly ready to give up. She was a little bit of both, as she yanked out the hair tie and ran a hand through her hair, finger-combing it, quickly tossing her part to make it even, and just sighed as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, taking out her phone, quickly texting Ed. Hey, I'll meet you at the cafe, alright? I'm still clueless about everything. "Everything," she muttered, as it sent. "Everything." The only place she knew was the cafe, where she did all her work. The doorbell jingled as she entered, her stomach in a bijillion knots. Even the smell of coffee couldn't calm her down right now. She just felt... Heavy. She sat at the bar against the window, tracing things in the wood with her finger. She tried to cheer up, but she flinched every time the door opened, and snapped her head to look, to see if it was him. But it wasn't, and so she'd go back to drawing things with her finger tip.