impossible to forget -{lane}

[jenna rianne taylor]

nothing about you is predictable .

It was unlike Jenna to go out into the city by herself to shop, but today was just one of those days. As if the weight of all of her AP classes wasn't enough, there was a rumor going around with the waitstaff of LaGratzia that exposed they were essentially going bankrupt and the small restaurant would soon close down. Jenna was skeptical about this rumor though, wouldn't the management address them if something like this was going on? Skeptical or not, it still worried Jenna. Waiting tables at LaGratzia was Jenna's main source of income. While working at Starbucks supplied her with enough money to pay for her classes and the portion of her apartment bills that the scholarship didn't, LaGratzia helped Jenna maintain the high maintenance lifestyle that she'd developed during her stay in Manhattan. Every designer brand article of clothing, every pair of Jimmy Choos she slipped on her dainty feet, every Kate Spade bag she slung over her shoulder would soon be gone if she lost her job at LaGratzia.

Before she moved to Manhattan, material things hardly crossed her mind, let alone made it to the top of her priority list. Granted, Jenna wasn't a snob or insanely vain, it was just something she had gotten used to over the past few years. It was like having a dog; just because you owned the dog for a few years didn't instantly make you a huge dog person, but if someone took your dog away you'd still be upset.

Jenna fingered through the rack of clothing at Saks, lifting out a gorgeous long-sleeved dark orange, casual dress. The dress was low cut in the front and clenched in the middle. Jenna pressed the dress on the hanger against her body, looking down to realize it would just graze a little over her knee; the perfect length. It was simple yet elegant- something that Jenna could wear to school with a pair of flats and a cardigan or she could dress up with a pair of heels and a diamonds, wearing it out for drinks with the girls. Jenna quickly checked the price tag, reading $240 loud and clear. Jenna let out a heavy sigh, pressing the dress against her once again as she eyed herself in the mirror.

Now, any other girl would probably think of the smart option when there was even a slight possibility that they would lose their job, which would undoubtedly be to savor every penny-- but this was Jenna Taylor we're talking about, which is why a smile grew on her lips as she surveyed herself with the dress against her. She was going to buy that dress. Besides, if the rumor was true and LaGratzia was going out of business, Jenna had to enjoy it while she still could.

She imagined wearing the gorgeous dress out on the town, complete with orange jewels on her ears and resting on her her neckline. The sleeves would be pushed up a bit and her wrists would be filled with diamond bracelets and the orange jewel here and there to contour. Nothing would be tacky about Jenna's jewelry though, everyone would compliment her on her fabulous decision to highlight the dress' beauty with flawless gems. She would reach out a freshly french manicured hand, allowing the cluster of diamonds on her tiny wrist to slide back slightly as she slid a hand around the waist of a tall blonde with shaggy hair- Lane of course.
But why was Jenna fantasizing about Lane Cohen?! Didn't she have Rigg? Of course she did, but old habits die hard, and this was certainly not an exception for Jenna.

[lane reid cohen]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
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Lane had been completely and utterly bored for more than half his day, and had finally decided to do something about it when he realized if he didn't he was going to be stuck inside. He had pushed up off his bed and grabbed his wallet and phone, then practically strolled out of his house. He decided to forego the car today, considering he was just going to go stroll along fifth avenue a bit. He sort of hoped he'd run into someone from school, preferably one of his friends, so that way he'd have something to do on this overly boring day. He had snagged his NY baseball cap from his bed before he left, so Lane tugged it on his head, putting it backwards. He stuffed his hands into the pocket of his black basketball shorts as he headed for the avenue, ready to just do whatever crossed his mind.

He didn't really want to lie around and think about things too much, because Lane was terrified his thinking would pull him back to Jane and her stupid childishly smiling face. Lane felt his heart pull a bit at the very thought, and suddenly her face was pale and her eyes were empty. He paused on the street as he remembered grasping his sister's hand and pulling at her, begging her to wake up. Lane sighed heavily and adjusted his cap a bit, then wandered off in the direction of one of the shops on the avenue. He had no intention of actually doing any shopping, but just looking at the random things that the stores held would probably make him feel a little better. Or at least, Lane hoped they would.

It didn't take long for him to spot someone he knew in one of the stores through the window, and Lane felt his eyes light up as he saw that it was Jenna. Lane chewed his lip, debating on whether or not to go into the store, but then he finally just said to hell with it and pulled open the door. Lane wasn't quite sure what store he was in, because his attention was solely focused on Jenna, but oh well. To him, that didn't matter. All that mattered was the girl who was standing there looking at herself in a mirror, a dress pressed up against her front. Lane eyed it in approval, easily imagining the dress on her and molding to her skin perfectly. His mouth practically watered, but Lane snapped himself out of it. She wasn't his anymore, he had to remember that. But still...a little harmless flirting wouldn't hurt, would it?

Lane strolled over to her casually, his eyes practically glued to her body. He seriously needed to stop and turn around and leave, keep the distance between them. He hadn't hung out much with Jenna since the whole dating ordeal, and Lane sort of just figured out why. Jenna was like his own personal drug. He thought he was fine, but then there he was, standing two feet from her, and he wanted another hit. But dammit, she just looked so good. He wanted her back, and that was that. But he couldn't have her, he knew, because she was probably all caught up in Rigg and his cancer. Lane nearly scoffed, but instead he plastered a smirk to his face and decided to go for being bold. He slipped his hands to her hips and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"You should get that dress, Jenna. It's definitely flattering," he murmured, then pulled back a bit and looked at her in the mirror. He let his eyes drift over both her and the dress. Oh yeah, that dress definitely flattered her well. Maybe if he convinced her to buy the thing, she'd let him - Lane cussed himself out inwardly. He needed to stop it, seriously. He knew that, but still, he couldn't help but keep his hands resting on her hips, and keep his body pressed fairly close to hers.

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[jenna rianne taylor]

nothing about you is predictable .

Lost in a sea of her own thoughts and fantasies, Jenna's eyes were fixed on the dress that was pressed to her front; so much to where she'd failed to see another figure appear in the mirror before her. Her body instinctively stiffened as she felt someone's hands mold perfectly against her figure. The motion felt familiar, and because of the feeling she got from it, Jenna knew that the only way that this would be acceptable would be if the hands belonged to Rigg's... which she doubted. Rigg was bold, but he tended to not make moves like that with Jenna. She didn't understand why though, because they were official and everything, and most guys would kill for Jenna to be a completely open book with them like she was with Rigg. But all things aside, Jenna knew that the gesture wasn't one of Rigg's, so naturally Jenna grew slightly angry... until of course her dark brown eyes met with a familiar pair of grey ones.

Lane Cohen.
It was times like these when Jenna was glad that no one could actually read minds, but the look on Lane's face spoke all for itself, as if he just knew that Jenna was thinking about him. Maybe that was why Jenna had some sort of a forever-longing for Lane, because he was so confident without being overbearingly cocky. Lane's face was taunting, as if he knew that he was impossible to get off Jenna's mind. Deep down though, boyfriend or not, Jenna couldn't hide the fact that she liked that Lane could read her so easily.

Jenna's face softened and a small grin grew on her lips. When it came to Lane Cohen even the sociable, shameless, outspoken cheerleader that Jenna was felt nervous. He gave Jenna butterflies with his mere presence and had the ability to make her clinch her jaw by just speaking her name. It was ridiculous that Jenna still felt anything for the blonde junior, but with Lane it was something different.

With Luke, it was curiosity; With Mason, it was seriousness and depth; With Rigg, it's young love, lightheartedness and humor. With Lane it was, and will always be, everything physical- which proves to be the hardest when trying to get over someone. Lane was Jenna's first actual boyfriend at Belmont. Coming from being somewhat of a tomboy, where boys tended to only talk to her when discussing plays for baseball or getting into some type of harmless trouble, Lane approaching Jenna was new to her. He was clean-cut, mannerly and showed an insane about of interest in her- not to mention he was easily the hottest guy in Jenna's eyes. They got to the point that when they made things official, Jenna didn't mind the fact that they were basically all over each other; in fact, she liked it. Lane was the first guy that made her feel wanted and attractive, so of course she ran with it.

Those days were over now though, and Jenna had an even harder time grasping that now that Lane's hands were positioned again to her waist. She could practically feel her heart being out of chest, but Jenna knew she had to keep her cool. Besides, she was in a committed relationship for goodness sakes! This isn't how a girl in a relationship should be acting, and Jenna knew that but this wasn't just anyone..

"You think?" Jenna replied with a smirk, keeping herself cool and collected on the outside, as always. She reached down to reluctantly move Lane's hands from her waist so she could step forward, hoping that he didn't pick up on the fact that her palms were nearly drenched with anxious sweat. "Should I try it on?"

[lane reid cohen]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
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Dammit, you stupid idiot, Lane cursed himself, figuring that putting his hands on her was definitely a bad idea. He shouldn't have done it, but hell, it had just felt so right. She had a boyfriend now anyway, so he shouldn't be playing the grabby jock asshole who wanted her back. Lane schooled the look on his face to one of easy acceptance, because he didn't want her to know that he was seriously pissed with himself for giving in to a moment of weakness. He shouldn't have done that. Now Lane just wanted to touch her again, but he knew that there was no way Jenna would let him. She was faithful to her boyfriends, that much Lane knew, but he couldn't help but admit that it irked him to no end. He wanted so bad for her to react to his touches again, for her to be begging for him to keep -

Lane had to close his eyes and take a deep breath. Fuck, he thought, getting sort of pissed with his brain all over again. Those images were so not helping his position. Instead, he figured he'd better answer her, lest he look like a weirdo. "Definitely. It really enhances your c -...curves," Lane finished, trying not to cough. That wasn't exactly the first thing he'd been going to say, but he didn't think she'd appreciate if he went and complimented her chest. Lane inwardly scolded himself again. But damn, this girl was just like his own perfect drug. It was like she knew just what to say and do to get him crawling back to her for more, and she didn't even have to lift a finger to make him want to get on his knees and beg her to take him back. But there again, he was Lane Cohen, and Lane Cohen did not beg. Nor did he get on his knees for any sort of begging. He shot Jenna a smirk, and nodded slowly. "Yeah, you definitely need to try it on for me. If it looks that good off you, I bet you'll look gorgeous in it." If anything, Lane was a master flatterer, and he just hoped that maybe he could sneak his way into her good graces. Then from there, maybe...no.

Lane was being a very bad person, and despite the fact he realized it, there was just nothing he could do to stop. He wanted Jenna, and dammit, he was going to do whatever he could to get her. All he had to do was get himself embedded into her thoughts, make her want him again, and then BAM. Or at least, that's what Lane hoped to do. He licked his lips, wondering vaguely what she thought of him. Did she think he was a complete and utter creep, or even worse, did she think he was disgusting for acting like this? Lane reached for his baseball cap and he tugged it off his head, fidgeting with it and twirling it in his hands absently. There was a good chance that she didn't even want to think about him in that light anymore, and really Lane couldn't blame her. He knew he probably should've stood up to his parents and demanded that they stay out of it. He had basically given up the girl of his dreams because he was afraid of his parents; how pathetic was that? Lane resisted the urge to snort.

Wait. Hold on a second. Lane blinked, pausing in his twirling of the baseball cap. Had he just said that she was the girl of his dreams? Oh god, how tacky was that? It was like one of those horrible romance movies or whatever. Lane hated being a cliche, but...it was sort of true. In every girl he had been with since her, Lane had just compared them all to Jenna. He had picked out flaw after flaw, but when he'd tried to find fault in Jenna, he just couldn't bring himself to. Maybe it had something to do with his insane loyalty to people, but whatever it was, Lane hated it. Then there had been that one time where he'd been with that chick and - well. She hadn't exactly appreciated it when he'd called her Jenna by mistake, and had slapped him right across the cheek and stormed out. Lane didn't want that to happen again, so there was only one option in his mind; make Jenna his.

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[jenna rianne taylor]

nothing about you is predictable .

Typical Lane; a flatterer beyond compare. If Jenna didn't know Lane's personality already, she would have taken his compliments to heart. Of course, that was just Lane though. He was charming and witty and knew exactly how to make a girl fall for him- sometimes without even realizing it and that's what probably made Jenna the most attracted to him. He was so confident. But then again, the fact that he was confident meant that if he did have any feelings left for Jenna, he definitely would have voiced them by now, boyfriend or not.

Jenna began to think about what Rigg would do or say if he found out that she was with Lane right then. Rigg's so passive though, a guy could make passes all day at Jenna and Rigg would probably just let him- even before the whole leukemia thing took place, that was just Rigg. Where as, when Lane dated Jenna, if guys were to even simply look at her in a way that suggested even the slightest thing sexually, he wasn't afraid to stand up for Jenna as his girlfriend. God, it sent chills down Jenna's spine just thinking about it.

She smiled politely at Lane before stepping into the dressing room before her, eying the dress. It was a pretty nice dress, and as stated before, pretty flexible to dress up or dress down with. Jenna quickly changed into the dress, observing herself in the mirror. She absolutely loved it and decided then that it was time for Lane's opinion. That of course was the much more devious side of Jenna, because why should she even tease Lane like that? Whatever, it's not like it mattered, it's not like Lane actually had the same lingering feelings for Jenna as she had for him. It was done. If he wanted her, he would have told his parents that from the beginning.

Jenna peeked her head out of the dressing room to make sure that Lane hadn't left just yet. A genuine smile grew naturally on Jenna's face as she spotted Lane idly messing with his baseball hat. God, this was so wrong, but he was so damn attractive. If Jenna just had one more time to run her fingers through his shaggy blonde hair and reunite her lips with his she would die happy.. Was that creepy? Jenna shook it off, it's not like it would happen again anyways.

"What do you think? Does it fit too snug?" Jenna's small voice spoke up as her dark eyes met Lane's grey ones once again. She stepped out a little further to where the bigger mirror was in the store, admiring her reflection and playing with her brunette tresses to set them perfectly outlining her face, as if she was acting insecure. Jenna was never outwardly insecure about anything- inwardly though was a whole different story. Lane was bound to think Jenna was ridiculous if he'd seen how much her hands had been anxiously shaking while slipping into the dress.

[lane reid cohen]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
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When he heard the door to the dressing room open, Lane didn't react immediately. Once he heard her speak up, he lifted his head and tore his gaze away from his baseball hat and was completely and utterly stunned. She looked amazing, and Lane really hated himself at the moment for her not being his. The dress fit her exactly in all the right spots, and she looked prettier than Lane had ever thought. Fuck, this isn't helping, Lane thought, resisting the urge to scowl at himself. She really knew how to make him want her, didn't she? It was so painful to see her standing there in that dress, asking for his approval. Of course he was going to give it to her, because she looked amazing. There was no argument in his mind for even a second - Jenna was beautiful. Lane cleared his throat, letting his eyes drift over her form again before they flicked back up to hers. He gave her a smile.

"I think you look absolutely beautiful," Lane said softly. He walked over to her slowly, his eyes drifting down to admire the dress on her again. But dammit, she was so beautiful, how was he not supposed to want her back? She was making this impossible, and Lane was pretty sure she wasn't even aware that's what she was doing. He licked his suddenly dry lips and let his grey eyes meet her brown ones again. "Trust me, it fits you in all the right places," he murmured, then brought his hand up to finger a strand of her hair. Lane was still sort of fiddling with his hat in his free hand, but right now his top priority was to make her weak in the knees. Lane wasn't quite sure it would work this time, but hey, a guy could hope.

What Lane really wanted to do was reach out and cup her cheek and then kiss her senseless. He felt his confidence falter when he even began to imagine that, however. Lane wasn't a guy who really appreciated rejection, and he knew that she'd probably shove him off because of Rigg...right? Lane blinked slowly, trying to figure out what she would do. There were several options, actually. She might kiss him back, and like it, and then dump Rigg's sorry ass to get back with him. Or she might kiss him, like it, and then deny it and stay with Rigg, which would just irritate Lane to no end. Or she'd slap him and go change and walk away. Lane was normally a pretty daring guy, but he wasn't sure how much he wanted to risk with Jenna. For fuck's sake, it sounded like he was absolutely in love with her, what with how much he was taking in to account for her feelings in this.

But maybe there was another way for him to go about this. Lane smirked inwardly, and decided he'd just play it cool. "Jenna, I'm extremely curious about something," he murmured, his lips twitching up into a hint of the familiar smirk that he normally wore on his face. "What would you say if I wanted to kiss you?" This was pretty much it - the moment of truth. But regardless of what she said, Lane still wasn't going to give up. Even if she denied him a kiss, he'd still make sure they were close friends. That way, should Rigg ever do something extremely stupid, Lane would be able to just swoop poor Jenna off her feet and make everything all better. Then, he sort of hoped they could pick up where they left off, and he'd get to have her as his girlfriend again.

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