[ WP ] Jane was hesitant . Her desire to love stifled by this archaic law which restricts lovers to those of the same blood type . Was he worth the risk ?

Who remembers their blood type anyway? 
 
 This question was plastered on the back of Jane's mind as she arrived at her first college class that day, like the street tag on the local Applebees that refused to fade. What did *bubblesnot* mean anyway? Jane was n't particularly excited for her English 101 class that day anyway, and this disinterest just allowed her creeping thoughts more room to establish a semi-permanent residence in her psyche. She never had especially high aspirations for her post-high school career, but he parents were willing to front the bill, so what the hell? 
 
 Jane's mind seemed to be occupied with blood type a lot these days, ever since she met that boy on check-in day, you know *that boy*. Ever since she was a little girl, Jane had been raised a good Christian. She knew the rules. Rule one: no sex before marriage. Rule two: only marry a man with the same blood type. These rules seemed simple enough growing up, but now she did n't know what to think. When she saw him sitting in his Toyota Tacoma outside her dorm, with his head swaying to the beat of *Killing in the Name* by Rage Against the MAchine that bumped inside the cab, Jane knew the world as she knew it had ended. She gathered hereself as best she could and made her way to her first class. 
 
 Jane endured her English 101 class without incident. She did not pay much attention, but something her teacher said about Oedipus really spoke to her. On the way out the door, she ran into *him* again. 
 `` Hey.'' He said, letting his gaze fall over her for a brief moment. To Jane it seemed like an eternity. 
 `` Oh, hi.'' Jane managed to muster, but he was already gone. It did n't matter. The connection must have been obvious to anyone around. Jane continued home with an extra spring in her step. She even allowed herself a moment to stop and admire the *bubblesnot* tag on the way home. She came to the conclusion that none of it mattered, not the blood type, not her idiot parent's forcefed ideologies. She had figured it out. *He* was the one. When she ran the picture that she had taken on her phone when he was in his truck through the universal database, she found out that he was O+, and she did n't even care. He was worth it. 
 
 Jane kept her eyes peeled all of the next day for the boy of her dreams. In addtition to his blood type, she had learned that his name was James. It seemed fitting. Finally, she saw him leaving the Sciences building. He did n't notice her sitting in the panel van she had rented after class the day before, but he would. She followed him as he turned onto Main Street, and then again as he turned into a neighborhood right past the Walmart. When he finally turned into a driveway at the end of the street, she pulled the van to a halt across the street. 
 
 He did n't know her blood type yet, but he would.
