[@Luna Amore]

Wow...this place was so huge, Harley thought, eyes as wide as a full moon, her jaw nearly touching the tips of her boots.  Back in her old school, a library was just a few shelves, a table with chairs, and maybe one desktop computer you were lucky to get a hold of before another student.  She couldn't believe her eyes seeing how massive this place was.  It just went to show her how life in a big city was gonna be.

Admittedly, it was a little scary for the small town Texas girl, but at least Nat was there to show her the ropes.

Taking her friend by the hand once more, they walked into the study room.  She was still in a bit of shock, but managed to get a hold of herself.

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She sat down at the table, setting her Fallout Vault 111 backpack to the side and pulling out her textbooks and laptop.

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[color=a187be]"Alrighty then!"[/color]  A confident smile was plastered on her face, but ever slowly it faded.  [color=a187be]"Let's....umm...Nat?"[/color]  She sighed.  [color=a187be]"I'm gonna be straightforward.  I'm dumber than a sack of hammers when it comes to math and science.  I'm more into cameras than I am chemical equations really.  Do uh...do you think you can help me?"[/color]  It felt embarassing of her to ask, as given by the redness of her cheeks.

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Helena, she merely stared at her phone, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind.  Darren was hardcore, unlike her.  There was no telling what this special job would entail.  Would she be doing shit she never wanted to?  Would she end up killing someone?  Or worse, would it end up with her being killed...or something even morw fucked up?  On the other hand, she wouldn't have to worry about owing Darren anything.

Her palms sweated, her throat was dry.  She felt sick to her stomach.  What would she do...?

She made her decision.

[color=f7941d]"Fuck it."[/color]

[code]Voicemail deleted[/code]

[color=f7941d]"I don't owe you shit!"[/color]

Tapping on her phone rather hastily, she skimmed through her contacts...until she found the number she was looking for.

Why did she keep his number all this time, she wondered.  After all he had caused her, all the shit he put her through just by abandoning her....  But maybe...maybe he didn't.

She hesitated at first, but her thumb fell upon the number...and her phone rang.

[color=f7941d]"Hey...Jason?  It's me...  Could...could you meet me at the skatepark today?  I...we need to chat... See ya..."[/color]

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[i]"As do some of the students.  Jason has been wondering about-"
[/i]

[color=f7941d][i]"Jason?  Now I know you're lying!"[/i][/color]

[i]"Okay, okay...I'm guessing you and Jason are on...uneven water right now, but he did ask where you were."[/i]

[i][color=f7941d]"Whatever... I'll believe it when I see it..."[/color][/i]

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[i][color=f7941d]I guess by blowing Darren off, I've pretty much signed a death warrant.  I better make peace with this world before I leave it then.[/color][/i]

Shoving her phone in her pocket, she pushed her board onward to the skatepark.

[i][color=f7941d]After all these years, I doubt he still cares.  Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see.[/color][/i]