Girls Talk 1

Elena.

With her arms crossed, Sasha stared at me while tapping her foot. I turned my face away, though, biting the inside of my cheek. Her ocean-blue eyes were so sharp, staring at me intensely, urging me to give an explanation.

"How could you not tell her that?" She questioned, her tone demanding. Giving a guilty look, I shrugged my shoulders.

This was the first time it had crossed my mind why I had not told Jane that I was rejected. Whereas, usually she was the first to know about my problems since she simply did not have a venomous snake-like tongue when it came to the way she spoke. This time, however, I felt nervous about telling her.

As if on cue, her face flashed a meaningful look. "You are not going to tell her," Sasha pointed out, making me look flustered with embarrassment. Tugging nervously at my curls, I sat down on her bed, letting out a stifled sigh.

"She seems genuinely happy and she doesn't need me to bring her down!" I said defensively, my voice sounding whiny.

At that instant Sasha looked at me quizzically, blinking her eyes a few times.

"So you decided that I was the right person for you to be down with?" She asked, her eyebrows raised.

I let out a nervous laugh, shaking my head. "No way, that's not what I meant!" Denying her accusation.

Sasha made no reply, she just rolled her eyes at me, a faint shadow of a smile appearing on her face.

"Well, we should go and tell her then," she decided, pulling me to my feet. Immediately I dropped into a sitting position, shaking my head.

"I have no memories of agreeing to this! Jane still doesn't know, and what she doesn't know can't kill her!" I snapped out of it, flopping onto the bed so that she couldn't force me up. I have heard that if you die, it will be harder for you to be kidnapped.

"She has the right to know," Sasha insisted as she picked up her house keys that were near the dresser.

I wanted to argue some more, but Sasha was already out the door. It's almost impossible to convince her when she is already determined to get her way, and right now her way is to tell Jane about what happened to me.

"Can't you respect my decision?" I asked as we walked down the stairs. You can be sure that if I looked at her, she would roll her eyes.

"I can, but I don't want to. We are best friends, aren't we? And even though I refuse to admit it. This is a trio, not a duo, and everyone should be informed!" She halted on the stairs, instantly turning her head towards me to look at me.

"Besides, if I get rejected and I don't tell you, won't you be upset?" She said curtly.

As she walked away, I stared at her figure while biting my lip. I hated her because she was right.

The drive to Jane's house was slow and frustrating, even more so because of Sasha's constant reprimands.

Around half past four in the afternoon, we finally arrived at Jane's house which was located on the outskirts of the town, even so, we still stayed in front of her house for quite a long time. Still in the car, Sasha just sat silently, as if letting me think of all the bad things that could happen.

"Are you ready?" She asked out of the blue for the first time, her impatience getting the better of her. Sasha is usually quite a patient person, but this time her face looked very frustrated.

Hearing her tone, I let out a dramatic sigh, then groaned, wriggling my back to stretch my muscles. Once I had done that, I started rummaging around in the car for my hairbrush, which made Sasha look annoyed. When I reached out for my water bottle, she grabbed it and opened the car door.

"You can drink as you walk," she told me as she started to walk away. Letting out a long breath, I finally got out of the car and walked after her.

At the door, we knocked and Jane's father opened the door. He seemed to be in a hurry but took the time to greet us.

"Hello girls, I had no idea that you would be stopping by today," he said as he motioned his hand inside, inviting us in. As we entered, we decided to answer him.

"We just wanted to talk to Jane."

Before I could answer, Sasha had already gone first, and Jane's father gave a small laugh.

"Sounds like a serious girl talk. Jane is probably in her room."

I nodded slowly, but then my attention was caught by a strange smell. Sharpening my nose, I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"Does anyone else smell something... like burning?" Sasha asked, looking at Mr. Wilson, who was puzzledly looking inside his house.

Then suddenly, he blurted out.

"Holy shit! My beef steak!"

He hurriedly ran away, leaving Sasha and me who were staring at him open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

"Alright then..." Sasha then took a step towards the stairs, and I reluctantly followed her.

As Sasha climbed the stairs quickly, while I trudged behind her. She didn't seem to notice as she rushed forward, completely in her own world.

Once in front of Jane's bedroom door, Sasha didn't even bother knocking and opened it right away. To our, or rather Sasha's, dismay, the bedroom was empty. The sound of water gurgling from Jane's bathroom could be heard, making Sasha heave a sigh of relief.

Despite my head still racing inside with thoughts of telling Jane, I let out a contented hum of relief.

"Looks like we will have to wait a little longer," I threw a smile, walked to Jane's side of the bed, and sat on it. Her white fur blanket was pulled back and looked disheveled, indicating that she had probably just woken up.

Meanwhile, across from me, Sasha sat in a chair, silently looking at me. We sat like that as we waited for several agonizing minutes, waiting as patiently as possible to hear the sound of the shower being turned off. However, just like me, Jane took a long shower.

After waiting for a while, I got to my feet and walked over to Jane's dressing table, looking at the pictures taped around the mirror. There were tons of pictures of Zayn, Sasha, and last but not least, me. Most of Sasha's pictures were taken when she didn't want them, well, candid pictures. She doesn't like being captured though.