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[Skylark Jay Harris]

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.'

[travis logan ryder]

Lunch was one of Travis’ favorite past times. He got to hang out with his friends, joke around and feed his stomach, what was better than that? He didn’t think anything was better than that, honestly. He enjoyed sitting on top of the table chatting away with his friends about nothing in particular and just enjoying his free time. He could be as goofy and crazy as he wanted to; there were really no rules in the cafeteria. Most people could get away with most things in this place and Travis was no exception.

Walking in to the cafeteria, he noticed a guy and girl making out profusely at one of the tables. His brow arched slightly as the girl was practically on top of the guy and Travis wasn’t so sure if they were even dating. Shrugging his shoulders, he continued in to the cafeteria to see a game of dice going on in one of the corners and a group of people shouting and hollering. Then there was the group of gossiping hyenas that were cackling and texting away on their cell phones and then of course the table of jocks that were arm wrestling and trying to put each other in headlocks. Travis snickered a bit as he slipped in to the lunch line and grabbed a sub from the line and paid for it without a second though. Grabbing a bottle of water as he paid, he headed back out in to the wild and craziness that was the cafeteria.

He knew for a fact that Charlotte was gone for the rest of the day; she had a doctor’s appointment. His gaze shifted around looking for Naomi, but he didn’t see her anywhere around. Chewing on his bottom lip, he wondered if Naomi went with Charlie to the doctor’s appointment. Taking out his phone, he sent her a quick text to see where she was. In the meantime, he moved through the large cafeteria looking for some place to sit. It seemed like it was pretty crowded today and he couldn’t seem to pinpoint any of his usual partners in crime. Hearing his phone buzz, he pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the message from Naomi. She had, in fact, gone with Charlie to the doctor’s appointment. He figured it was for the best. The father of the baby, whom Charlie would not disclose even to her closest friends, wasn’t in the picture and Charlie’s mother decided to kick her own daughter out of her house after a huge fight. Travis had no idea how one could do that to your own daughter, but who was he to question it? His own mother had done things most people would never even dream of doing to their children. Shaking his head, he continued walking around trying to find a place to sit.

He was walking past a corner table when something hit him in the shoulder. Narrowing his eyes at what had hit him, he noticed the balled up wrapper and glanced over at the corner where a red head was sitting with her legs pulled up to her chest and her body shaking slightly. She was… crying? Travis arched a brow and moved over towards the table. If there was one thing he didn’t like to see it was girls crying. It triggered a soft spot in him and he felt like he had to go over and fix it somehow. Clearing his throat, he tried to get her attention, Excuse me… can I… join you? He questioned carefully. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries or anything, she could have been one of those girls that ‘didn’t need anyone elses’s help’ or whatever. You never know with girls these days, or at least that’s how Travis felt a lot of the time. Taking a seat across from her he unwrapped his sub and then wiped his hands off on his jeans, I’m Travis… I don’t believe we’ve met before… Licking his lip, he waited a few beats before continuing. I saw you… crying… He stated softly. Is everything alright? He didn’t want to stick his nose where it didn’t belong, but he couldn’t help but put his neck out this time around.

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[Skylark Jay Harris]

She looked up and saw a guy, he seemed concerned. Concerned about her. She scooted over for him so he could join her. Skylark watched as he say down and wiped his hands on his jeans and asked if she was alright. Well, that was a stupid question. Why would a person who was fine just start crying? Skylark was unsure of how steady her voice would be since she had been crying, but decided to talk back to the guy, Travis. "No...We haven't...I'm Skylark. An, I guess everything Okay. I was just dwelling in the past." Skylark shrugged before she continued. "Guess I should thank you for bringing me back to the present."

She wasn't sure what was going to happen next, would they become friends? Or just talk for today and never speak again? Skylark's heart pulled on it's strings. She craved human contact, the kind she could talk with and laugh with. To be a human again. But ever since she had been let go, her world seemed dimmer, she felt less of a human. Her whole life didn't feel real, almost as if she was watching someone's life through their eyes. She wanted to have friends, but yet she wanted to run away and never see another person as long as she lived. Males especially. They confused her. Made her fluttered. Her experience with them wasn't-the best. Some of the guys had been brutal, too rough and physical, while others reminded her of Travis, soft and sweet.

"Do...Do you wanna be friends, Travis?" There was the question. Once it was out there was no way she could take it back. She was dreading his response. How would she react if he said no? Would she shut down even more? She could see herself flinging her arms around his neck and thanking him, if Travis did say yes. Skylark hoped she would react that way, it could scare him...