Fate's Bitch

Jaye's spent a lot of time frowning at her closet. The door's closed. She can't see anything. She's still frowning. It's probably just as well she can't see inside, because then she'll just start thinking the dress is pretty and forget the feeling of "WTF" for a while.

So she picks up the phone.

( ring, ring )

[Mostly just establishy. Cuz I hadn't written Mahandra in far too long. *g*]

Jaye's feeling okay enough by Sunday night that she could probably drag herself in to classes tomorrow. (Dammit.) And since she can do that, she should probably do that other thing she's been avoiding.

She'll still wait for Alec to make the first move in this friends thing, because even if she doesn't doubt his sincerity, the last guy who still wanted to be friends never talked to her again when he didn't feel guilty anymore, so she might have an issue or two. Either way, it doesn't make a yes an easy answer. So she makes a phone call which is a yes with a but, and can now go to sleep. Again.

Freaking germs.