Lori King found herself locked away in her dorm room, stereo blaring One Republic's: Everybody Loves Me as she studied for an exam that wasn't going to be given until next Friday. She hummed the beat as she read the boring text. She didn't like to admit it, but if she were going to pass law school, then she needed to pass the one class she was failing, and of course the one class she hated the most was the one she was flunking, and now one test was going to decide her future. It was just freaking peachy.
After a few more boring minutes of reading the text, she finally hurled the book across the room where it hit the wall with a bam and the floor with a final bang. She fell onto her back, drowning out the music as she stared up at the ceiling as memories flooded her mind. Most of them were law school memories - parties, pre-law school axienty, and of course Jessica's funeral.
Jessica had been a good friend of Lori's, so when Jess' boyfriend, Sam, suddenly came and went for the first few months of law school, Lori had to admit she was more worried about Sam then the mental and emotional state she had been in for awhile. Finally though, when Lori had finished her first year of law school, Sam returned. He'd come back not sad, but not happy either. He was numb, but still cared about the friends he had left behind. He was school-oriented, but every now and again Lori would find Sam gone for a week or two. It was strange, but she never questioned it either.
She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting away from Sam and new ones' forming. Suddenly a familiar face faded into her mind and she opened her eyes. She was not going to think about him. Not now. Not ever. She needed to get her head out of the gutters, but she couldn't. She sat up and rubbed her tired eyes, but the familiar face appeared again. His hazel eyes and familiar smirk penetrated her, and she gave into the memories. When they first met in Chicago. She had only been eighteen, him twenty-three. He was only there for a week - him and his partner - working the case about her friend's parents' murder. She remembered the partner being older, his looks similar to the younger man. Fit, rugged looking, both of them much taller then her. They had claimed they were FBI, that they needed to question her and anybody close to her friend Amy and Amy's parents. And they had. The younger man, who claimed his name was Agent Dean Skynard, had personally took it upon himself to question her only. Within that week he had been there, Lori had found herself growing attached to the man, even during the tragedy that had brought them together in the first place. So the night before he left, Lori had kissed him and soon enough one thing had lead to another and she woke up alone, realizing she had been only a one night stand. He never asked for number, never visited her again. She'd been used.
By the time Lori had opened her eyes again, the memories finally going away, she realized she was crying, the tears rolling down her cheeks, but no noise left her mouth. She was numb and let the music of One Republic swallow her until she fell back onto the bed, buried her head in the pillow, and fell asleep.