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[ashleymichelle]

REGANhartley!

A pair of blue cotton short-shorts covered her bottom, well not completely of course. On her top half she wore a white tank top with thick straps. Her long brown hair was tied up in a pony tail, with a blue elastic. The pink streak of hair was visible clearly, along with the faded yellow bruise behind her ear from the day she had left the house. Her father had called her an ungrateful brat and whacked her upside the head. The brusie had lasted a long time but she had managed to keep it hidden behind her long brown hair. Since she didn't see it every day she had forgotton about it, but now it was visible to the entire world.

All her homework was done, her assignments were typed and she was ready to go. Today she had plans to go to the gym and she wanted to go. She needed a change of scenery and it seemed to her that the best place for it would be at the gym where she could focus on running and excersing rather then school work. Regan had changed at the gym, it would have been crazy to walk across campus to the gym in shorts and a tank top in October. She wasn't that crazy. But here she was now, entering the gym and scoping it out.

Fortunately she spotted a treadmill that was free, so she went there first. Popping in the earbuds, Regan turned on some music that had an uptempo beat, and began to run. She ran in silence for awhile enjoying the tune and the mindlessness. The music occupied her mind, and she didn't notice when someone took up the treadmill next to hers.

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[jay]

it's all the same,
every time i see you there
i've gone insane,
and now i'm pulling out my hair

Prescott sighed as he inhaled the stale smell that filled the gym. He didn't know why he was even there. He wasn't the type to work out. If he was stressed or frustrated, he worked off the negative energy with sex. However, sex was exactly the problem this time. Or the lack there of. Another night out seeing Cecelia Reese, another unsuccessful attempt at getting her in his bed. Normally Prescott wouldn't think twice to pursue a girl as stuck up and snobby as Cecelia, but he just couldn't give up. Plus, the way she got so frustrated and worked up by his smartass comments kind of turned him on.

So he had no choice but to come to the gym and work off his pent up stress on the treadmill. He walked further into the gym, his eyes scanning the large area. He couldn't help but scoff as he watched the men with overbuldging muscles, grunting as they struggled to bench press twice their weight. He had always despised meatheads. Plus, Prescott enjoyed sticking with the treadmills and elipticals the rare few times he came to the gym. It was the best place to find all the fit girls with tight little bodies.

And that was exactly what he had just found. A smile crept up on his face as he spotted a tiny brunette whose shorts were dangerously short. He stood there for a few seconds, unable to tear his eyes away from the lower half of her body. Once he snapped out of it, he made a point to casually hurry over to the vacant treadmill next to hers before it was snatched up. He stepped up on the platform and began to unwind the headphones attached to his iPod. He stuck the earbuds into his ears but made a point not to turn it on, knowing he would concentrate on catching the girl's attention. He fumbled with the buttons on the machine before it began to move at a slow pace, Prescott jogging along. He slowly turned his head to face the brunette, his eyes running up and down her body, assessing the whole package. Hot body...cute face...she was no Cecelia, but she definitely resembled her in a way. They both shared the same adorable, turned up nose he loved. His thoughts carried away as he began to compare the two in his mind. He eventually snapped out of it when he caught himself smiling while staring at the girl. He turned his head to look straight, hoping she hadn't caught the goofy grin he had just displayed.

[ashleymichelle]

REGANhartley!

The beat of the song pounded in her ears. The beat of her feet hitting the treadmill pounded with the beats of the music. She was running fairly fast her long legs simply running on the spot, tricked into thinking they were going somewhere by the moving track beneath them. Digitized numbers ticked on the screen in front of her, she glanced down at them not really understanding what they meant. Subtly at the back of her head she could feel her long brown ponytail swaying with her movements. Regan was glad that her shorts were comfortable and not too tight, they weren't the kind to ride up one's- She cut that thought off with a small laugh. The only thing that was wrong with the shorts was that they were rather short and she wasn't a huge fan of that as she didn't think her legs looked attractive. Of course that could just be a typical female's lack of self confidence.

Suddenly out of the corner of her eyes she caught sight of someone on the treadmill next to hers. It was a boy, one that she didn't really recognize but it didn't really matter as she didn't know many people here anyways. She continued to stare, for the most part straight ahead, choosing to watch him through the corner of her eye. That way he didn't catch her staring, which he seemed to be doing. Regan caught sight of him smiling at her and it took a few moments of mindless concentration to resist quirking an eyebrow. She watched him turn his gaze straight ahead before permitting one earbud to fall from her ear.

Absently, Regan pushed some buttons to lower her speed on the treadmill. She grabbed her water bottle and took a sip, relishing the coolness in her throat and the soothing feeling it produced. As she placed the bottle back she glanced to the side and for the first time took in the boy's appearence.

"Hi," she said simply.

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[jay]

it's all the same,
every time i see you there
i've gone insane,
and now i'm pulling out my hair

He concentrated on running as he stared straight ahead, watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. He perked up a bit as he noticed her pace slow down a bit. He picked up his iPod and pretended to scroll through the songs to keep himself occupied. Then he felt her turn, her eyes on him. As soon as he heard her speak, Prescott set his iPod back down. He took one earbud out, as if he actually had music playing, and turned to catch her gaze. "Hello," he replied smoothly, giving her his crooked smile.

He couldn't help but let his eyes wander up and down her body once more--the outfit she had on was far too distracting for a guy with the dirty mind such as his. He turned his machine off so it completely stopped before turning his entire body towards the girl. "Prescott Kinglsey," he announced, offering her his hand. He was most positive he had never seen her around campus, which was shocking. Prescott knew most every good looking girl here by name.

"You know it's funny," he said, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes as they searched her face, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of seeing you around campus before. Are you new?" His eyes ran up and down her body once more as he waited for her to reply. Damn, was she beautiful. He couldn't help but think that she would be a great distraction from Cecelia.

[ashleymichelle]

REGANhartley!

Being Regan, and having her history, Regan didn't usually think about boys in terms of how attractive they were. She would casually note it, or not notice it at all. However, even Regan couldn't deny the fact that this boy- or rather young man- was in fact rather attractive. For many other people this may have caused them to flush but Regan wasn't a blushing kind of girl. She liked that she wasn't like that. Of course there were certain traits that made Regan like every other girl. She would cry, just like every other girl. She just didn't cry as easily as most, which was due to years of training due to years of living in her house back home with her father and his abusive alcoholic ways. She was glad to be away from him. Of course she missed her little siblings but they fared well with out her. She had given Carter explicit instructions to keep their father away from Mary-Rae, Faith and Finn. She couldn't picture the two little five year olds with bruise all over them.

She watched him stop his tread mill and turn toward her. She ran a few more steps then stopped as well, turning herself toward him as well. He introduced himself to her, saying his name was Prescott Kingsley. He offered his hand, presumably for her to shake. She reached over and obliged, speaking her name as she did so. "Regan Hartley," she said. He had to be about the third person she had met there, well that probably not true. Technically of course she knew more people but still it seemed as if he was like the third person she had met here. It wasn't a bad thing not knowing so many people. It meant that she had less of a chance of spilling the beans about a certain sixteen past years.

"You know it's funny, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of seeing you around campus before. Are you new?" She brushed at her bangs, tucking them behind her ear for a moment before they slid from there and slid back in front of her face. She didn't understand how it was funny, per say, that he hadn't seen her around campus before. It wasn't hard to not know someone on a university campus, it was probably about the size of a small town in its own. She bit her lip for a moment, wondering how to answer. "Well, you could say I'm new," she said.

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