Other side-OPEN- Jun 7, 2011 21:12:57 GMT -5
Post by Skylark Jay Harris on Jun 7, 2011 21:12:57 GMT -5
Skylark stood in cafetiere, chicken sandwich in hand as the red head tried to deiced what to do. Sit by one of the girls or guys she had made small talk with in class? No. They were all with friends. Sit in the bathroom? No...She didn't want someone walking in or something as she ate or walked in to eat her lunch. Skylark decided on a wall near a corner.
Corners...They used to be her best friends. They used to be her only way to get money some days. She had watched as the boys in her class had whistled and gave her their numbers. Skylark ignored all their advances. She had enough of men to last a lifetime. Although that being said, she missed Dead. Her only constant guy in her life. His eyes that made her melt into his strong warm arms. His voice that was pleasant to listen to. No one would peg Dean for a pimp. He was the charming Boy-Next-Door guy. That was how he got all of his girls. His charm.
Skylark crossed her arms over her chest briefly. "Your the best, your charming yet shy smile. Your hint of Irish accent. That gorgeous red hair." Skylark unwrapped the supposedly 'healthy' sandwich and took a chunk out of it. Three years of helping her mother pay bills. Three years of being talked to by guys, doing whatever they wanted her too. Just to get money. It used to be Skylark. She thought of Dean often. She still didn't understand why he let his best girl go. The other girls, were too skinny or just awkward in some way. She wasn't the prettiest girl that Dean had. He had others. Long black hair and dark skin, her brown eyes. Maria. Everyone always said they were rivals. In a way they were, but both Maria and Skylark had helped each other out and had been friends in a way.
She wished someone would come up to her and ask to sit down. Or at least have the decency to ask. She hated to be alone sometimes. When she was alone and without music to occupy her thoughts, her mind wondered back to Dean and her old life. Skylark found her thoughts, wondering to Dean. She could almost smell him. The oddly combined scent of pine needles and chocolate. He never knew how she felt about him. Every time Dean set her up with a client she would try and picture Dean...Skylark crumpled up the wrapper of the chicken sandwich that she had just finished and that got her mind distracted from the older man.
Skylark sigehd unhappily and wrapped her arms around her knees and just laid her head on them after she chucked the wrapper and let it fly. Not caring if it hit anyone and if they got mad. Sometimes she just wanted to be 'normal'. Not have lived through what she had for three years. She'd been used so many times she couldn't believe she hadn't gotten pregnant "No one would want you if you got knocked up...But there'd always be room for you here. With me. I'd keep you safe.". Skylark didn't know if that was true or not. If he had been lying or telling the truth. Frankly, Skylark figured he had been lying. A girl that got knocked up was not worth anything...She couldn't work.
Skylark pulled at her red locks and gave a frustrated cry. Get out of my frick'n head!!" She whispered as she started to cry, but quickly dried them up. She didn't want to be seen and thought of as the 'new girl who stat in the corner as cried.'