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seems calloused and annoyed. I guess there is no surprise they have the same genes- he has the same arrogance as his brother.
    My eyes fill with black spots the same time my head becomes light. With a twirl of color, I feel a pulsating burn against my scalp, then... nothing.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    The bed squeaks as someone sits on it. I open my eyes, blinking at the fluorescent light blinding me. A cool wet cloth is pressed against my forehead. Glancing over I see swirls of green and brown looking down at me curiously. I hadn't realized the color of his eyes until now, but they're... beautiful.
    "What happened?" I ask. When I speak I can feel a sharp pain behind my ear. Bringing my fingers up to it, I notice there is a bandage behind it.
    I'm met with a crooked smile. "You fainted."
    "What?" I go to sit up but he pushes me back down on the mattress. I'm trying to remember what Kyler told me his name was, but I can't for the life of me remember.
    "Lay down for a few minutes, you'll be fine."
    Listening, I look around his room that is just as bare as the bathroom. Not even a poster on the walls. "How long have you been here?" I ask, knowing well it isn't any of my business. I'm not usually the curious type but something about him intrigues me. Maybe it's the fact that he looks as distant and obsolete as I feel.
    "You've only been out for maybe three or four minutes."
    His response makes me smile a little. "No, I meant in Arlington. I haven't seen you before."
    He glances away and sighs. Something brought him here and now I'm curious about that as well. "Almost two weeks now."
    "You sticking around?"
    "Not for long." His voice becomes monotone. I can tell he dislikes it here. I don’t blame him.
    I continue to look around. He has a few suitcases pushed against the wall, one of them open with a pile of clothes thrown about. There is one dresser in the room, which holds an old box television and some kind of game console. Aside from that, there isn't much that would show that anyone has been here at all.
    I'm not sure why I feel the need to tell him, but I blurt out my name. "I'm Ravyn, by the way. Ravyn Graham."
    He brings his focus back towards me with that same crooked smile he gave me a few moments ago. "Jaron."
    As soon as he says his name I remember Kyler telling me that. "Where are you from?" I ask this time. I want to know more about him for some strange reason.
    "Here, there, all over. My mom wasn't the kind of person that stuck in the same place for long. Most recently I lived in Detroit."
    "I would love that. Traveling the country like that."
    "No you wouldn't," he immediately admits. "It sucks."
    "Better than being stuck here." I shouldn't have said that out loud. Then again, it's not like anyone believes that I love being in this town anyways. The only difference is no one asks me why I hate living here so much- I don't need him digging into my life business, so I need to stop digging into his.
    Instead of questioning me further, like I had assumed he would, he instead pulls the washcloth from my face. "Feel better? Going to pass out again?"
    "I don't think so," I tell him bashfully.
    He helps me sit up slowly, like I'm some kind of child. It surprises me how much he seems to care about someone he doesn't even know. Maybe he isn't much like his brother as I originally believed. "Okay, well then you should probably head back out to Kyler. He's probably wondering where you disappeared to."
    I can't help the bitter laugh that escapes. "Yeah, imagine that."
    "Just a flavor of the week?"
    "Excuse me?" My face turns red, I'm just not sure if with embarrassment or anger. "I'm not some kind of whore."
    "Didn't call you one." Standing from the bed, Jaron walks over to his game console and turns it on, then grabs the remote before he takes a seat on the bed.
    I stand from it immediately, staring at this guy, waiting for him to say something more. To explain himself further. All of a sudden I'm not of importance to him.