Sweet Little Lies by Lauren Conrad

you?”
    “For now. I’m leaving tomorrow morning for Vail, though.”
    “Sounds fun.”
    “Hope so. Listen, Janie,” Caleb said. “I’m calling because I’d heard some stuff, and I was worried about you. Are you doing okay?”
    Jane realized that Caleb had seen theGossip pictures. Along with everyone who had internet access or a TV set or who stood in grocery store checkout lines. “Oh, thanks, Caleb,” she said, meaning it. “Yeah, I’m doing okay.”
    “You want me to beat anybody up?”
    Jane laughed. “Yeah, maybe.”
    “Just say the word.”
    “Thanks. How’s Yale?”
    There was a pause. “It’s…you know,” Caleb said after a moment.
    What does that even mean?Jane thought.
    “How’s Hollywood?” Caleb asked her.
    “It’s…you know,” Jane mimicked him.
    Caleb laughed. “Yeah, funny. So I guess you’re with this Braden guy now?”

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    Why was he asking her this? “No, we’re not together.”
    “Oh. So you’re still with that Jesse guy?”
    “Um, not exactly. It’s kinda complicated.”
    “It always is with you, Roberts.”
    “You seeing anybody?” Jane asked him, wondering why they were quizzing each other on their love lives.
    “Not exactly. It’s kinda complicated.” This time Caleb was mimicking her.
    “Ha, ha.”
    Someone banged on her door. “Helllooooo?” It was Nora. “Everyone’s waiting for you! We’re gonna watchTwilight on Blu-ray!”
    “Be there in a sec!” Jane called out. “I gotta go,” she said into the phone.
    “Nora-Bora’s being a pain in the butt, huh?”
    “Yeah, kinda. I haven’t seen them in a while.”
    “No worries. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Call me if you need anything. Merry Christmas, Janie.”
    “Merry Christmas, Caleb.”
    As Jane clicked off and put her phone back on her nightstand, she wondered about his parting words:I’ll talk to you soon. They hadn’t talked at all in seven whole months. Why would they be talking anytime soon? And why was she supposed to call him if she “needed anything”? Had something changed? Of course, she was on TV now, but Caleb didn’t care about that kind of stuff. He wasn’t the type to track down an old girlfriend for a chance to be closer to a so-called celebrity.
    Forget “kinda complicated” everything in Jane’s life was downright confusing.
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    Scarlett sat cross-legged on her bed, clicking through channels, wondering what to do with the rest of her evening. She’d always hated Sundays. Sundays meant weekend over, back to school, back to work.
    These days, Sundays also meant receiving the upcoming week’s shooting schedule from Dana. This week, Scarlett was scheduled to meet Gaby for lunch at La Crêperie…and at Kinara for a spa day…and at the Standard for a launch party for the Marley twins’ new perfume.
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    Dana were (obviously) continuing to scrape the bottom of the barrel and force Scarlett and Gaby into social situations just so they had something to tape. She knew they were desperate for material, since the season finale was coming up in a month or so—and season finales were supposed to be full of drama and cliff-hangers, not scenes of faux friends eating crepes or getting mani-pedis. But that wasn’t Scarlett’s problem.
    If only Jane would come home already. Then everything would return to normal. Well, sort of normal.
    How long did she plan on staying in Santa Barbara (or wherever she was these days)? How long did she plan on not picking up her phone or answering her emails?
    “Scar?”
    Scarlett muted her TV.Jane? She jumped to her feet and ran into the hallway. “Janie?” she called out.
    “Yeah, it’s me!” Jane’s voice came from somewhere in the front of the