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Jones walked through the bar quickly. She spotted her two best friends sitting at the bar. Travis was looking at something behind his right shoulder. She didn't have to look to know what he was looking at. His hands were rolling his cup around between them and she could see he was sighing. Jones smiled and glanced over at the table he was staring at.

' Of course.' Jones thought with a smile. ' She's here.'

Travis had been infatuated with a girl from his art class for almost a year but hadn't done anything about it. He knew her name and that was all. In fact, they only kept coming to that bar because it was a hot spot for her and her friends. But she and her friends never talked to anyone. They stayed together, in a tight group, having drinks and sometimes dancing with each other but they hardly talked outside their groups.

"Travis, when are you going to go and talk to her?" Jones asked as she came up between them. Travis sighed and looked at Jones as Derrick rolled his eyes.

" Never." Derrick said.

" That's not true!" Travis protested. "I talked to her today."

" You did? Travis, that's great! What did you say?" Jones asked. Travis looked into his glass.

" Ah, well, I needed some paint that was behind her so I...I...I said ' excuse me can I have that?' " He admitted. When neither one of his friends said anything, he looked up at them. Derrick and Jones were trying not to smile and laugh. "Shut the fuck up." Travis explained.

" Travis, you are great looking, and your whole artist thing, completely sexy. Just go talk to her, go buy her a drink." Jones said. Travis shook his head.

" No, I don't think I should. I mean, she never talks to any guys that come up to her." He glanced back at her then at Jones. " Let's say I buy her a drink, she turns me down, then what the hell am I going to do when I have to see her everyday?"

" Hey, can I get a vodka and coke?" A soft voice came from behind him. Travis' eyes widen and Derrick and Jones smirked. They both turned and walked away quickly.

Slowly Travis turned so he was facing the bar. He glanced to his right and saw her standing there. He tighten his hold on his cup. They were so close, their sides were almost touching. This was the closest he had come to her. Her perfume came up to him. He knew the scent, it was Pink by Victoria Secret. Jones liked to wear it too. She stumbled slightly and hit him in the side.

" Oh my gosh!" She explained as she grabbed his arm. " I'm so sorry!"

" No, it's okay." He said quickly. She tilted her head and smiled at him as she dropped her hand from his arm.

" Hey, I know you. Your name's Travis, right?" He couldn't help but smile. She knew his name.

" Yeah, that's right." He said.

" I'm Jillian. We are Mr. Rowe's art class together." She said. 'Yeah, I know your name.' he thought. "Do you come here a lot?" She looked away and laughed. " I'm sorry, that sounded like a really bad pick up line." She slid her money across the bar to the bartender than took her cup and smiled at Travis again. " I wasn't picking you up."

" No, it's okay." He said. What the fuck is wrong with me! Say something else! He yelled silently.

" Well, it was nice to see you outside of class. Have a good night." She said before she turned to walk away.

" Jillian!" He called out without thinking. She turned and offered him another smile.

" Yeah?"

" Ah...have a nice night." He said. She laughed and walked closer to him. She tipped her glass to his to toast. He smiled and held up his glass so they could click them together.

" You too, Travis. See you around." Jillian said.

He watched her walk away then turned back to the bar and sighed as his shoulders dropped. Yeah, she knew his name and now she knew he was shy and awkward with girls. He shook his head and glanced back at her. She was facing him and standing in the center of her group. Some of the girls were looking at him. When they saw him looking they all turned away and laughed. He sighed again and turned back to the bar.

" Wow, that was painful to watch." Derrick said as he and Jones joined Travis at the bar again.

" That was your chance, Travis!" Jones explained.

" Doesn't matter. They are all laughing at me now." Travis said. Derrick signaled to the bartender.

" They aren't laughing at you. They are talking about you, that's for sure." Jones said. " She's smiling and whispering to her friends right now while they are looking at you. I think she likes you." Travis looked at Jones with a frown.

" Don't fuck with me. She does not like me. They are laughing at me." He said.

" They won't be in a minute." Derrick said.

" Why's that?" Travis asked.

" Because you just sent her and her friends a round of drinks. You're welcome." Derrick said he picked up his glass. Travis' head whipped around in her direction as the bartender set a round of drinks in front of the girls. The bartender pointed towards Travis and all the girls looked at him. He whipped back around.

" What the fuck, man!" He explained. " Let's go!" He said.

" No!" Derrick said.

" No, Travis!" Jones explained at the same time.

" Yes. I want to go, please." Travis said.

" Travis?" Her voice flowed over him, making him close his eyes. Derrick and Jones turned away to hide their smiles. He sighed and faced her.

" That wasn't really from me." He said quickly. Jillian frowned slightly.

" But the bartender said..."

" Yeah, I know but my friend bought them." He said.

" Travis!" Derrick said quickly. Jillian looked at him.

" Well, I just wanted to say thanks for the drinks." She said. Travis nodded as he stared into his glass. " Okay, well, see ya." She said before she walked away.

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Travis stumbled into his room later that night. He sat on his bed and slipped off his shoes. He struggled out of his jacket and looked down at himself. He had lost his scarf. He loved that scarf. There was no telling where it went. He had downed three shots, one right after another before they left the bar and he was drunk. He sighed and laid straight back in his bed. His hands came to rest on his stomach as he started at the ceiling. He groaned and shook his head. He was a stupid fuck. Jones was right. that had been his shot and he had blown it.