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Here we meet Lark Stewart, find a picture of him on my profile picture.

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3. Brett and Lark.

I looked over and saw some red hair boy and a couple of others under the bleachers. He called me over again, holding something near his mouth. "Hey you, come over." As I approached them I realized that the kid was that Brett Stoner kid. Funny, I thought he was in jail after doing something last week with weeds. "What's up, Mary?"

"It's Marley."

"Whatever. I just got here and heard that talk up there," He held out something in his hand that looked wrapped up. "Want a puff?"

"What the hell? Drugs? NO!" I yelled. "Are you crazy!?"

"What, look at the rest of us….we're all good…..come on, give it a damn try. You'll feel better."

"No." I told him again. "I may be bulimic, but I'm not that stupid to try drugs." That was true. I'd rather be suffering from an eating disorder than be addictive to any type of drug. I knew better than that. "Maybe you should try something else that's better. Like, I don't know, punching a bag or something."

One of the girls near us, Lindsay I think her name is, laughed. She was already high, her red eyes told me. "Okay….how 'bout….marshmallows….HOLY SHIT! IT'S A FLYING MONKEY!" She laughed as she pointed to the sky. "LARK! LARK!"

Lark? I heard some guy behind me laugh and when I turned I saw this guy who I never seen before. He was tall, about Finn's height, and had blond hair with blue eyes. He had on this leather jacket with blue jeans pants and a dark blue and brown shoes. He had some sort of weed stick sticking outside of his mouth, but it looked more like a cigarette. He smiled at me holding it out and said, "Want a blow? It's not anything hard, just a cig." He told me. "Marley, right?"

"No, I don't even like the smell of cigarettes." I told him. "Who are you?"

"Lark. Lark Stewart. Cousin Ryder talks about you a lot of times."

"Oh so, wait, are you Lukas?" I said with a grin. I remember Ryder said he had a cousin named Lukas who went by the name of Lark since he was four. Their mothers were twins and both boys were close in age. Ryder was seventeen and Lukas was 19 I believe. Coincidence maybe? But now thinking about it more Ryder did mention he hated this cousin for deep reasons. And I think he also said half of the family hated him because of same so said reasons.

"Oh yeah, Lukas. I've called myself Lark since I was four though." Lark laughed. "Ryder is my cousin. I lived in Westerville for a few years then moved in with cousin Johnny Papas for a while back now I'm here on my own. Actually Johnny is on Ryder's Dads side, his sisters kid, but we met up at some party a few years ago for Grandma Theodora's birthday and Johnny had nothing else to do that day so he got the invite. You ever heard of Johnny Papas?" He blew out a puff.

"Yes. He took laxatives and crapped himself during the middle of a wrestling match." I giggled. I remember when Ryder told me that. "Ryder told me."

"Yeah. That kid, Johnny." Lark shook his head and laughed. "I don't do this shit much, but a cig won't kill."

"Ryder mentioned he never talks to you often." I told Lark, stepping closer as the smell of a cigarette was better than the now stoned Brett Stoner and his group of friends.

"Yeah, family kind of hates when I smoke. They're like, all health professionals and shit, or something along the lines of that. Just annoying doctors and nurses." Lark explained to me. "I saw you at Sectionals. Aunt Heather said Ry was gonna be in it and I thought I'd come along and see him dance like an idiot. You okay?" He asked me. I guess he meant with the fainting. "Drink enough apple juice?"

"Uh, I haven't eaten much at the time. I guess you can say." I told him.

"Oh, alright, but eat. That's how we all live." He blew out another puff then stepped on his cigarette after dropping it. "I dropped out of high school a few years ago. That all-boy school where I lived in Westerville. I think one of the guys on that team of yours attended before some sweet-baby-voice kid came and they hooked up or whatever."

"Oh, Dalton, Sure." I nodded. Then my stomach began to rumble. "Sorry, I hadn't have lunch yet. I got into this….problem with someone."

"Whoever started this problem is a pure bitch of Satan." Lark laughed. "Hey wanna grab a slice of pizza? Just skip the rest of the day."

"I have to be back by 2:30 for Glee. I have no idea what is going to be for the rest of the year. But I still need to attend."

"Sure thing. Let me just finish a few things up here," Lark stated.

Lark brushed passed me and headed over to one of Brett's other friends. They walked over to the other side of the bleachers and spoke for a while before Lark handed the guy a rolled up ball of money and two packages of cigarettes and the guy handed Lark two bags filled with weed and another bag filled with white stuff. Cocaine I think? Lark and the guy nodded before shaking hands and Lark came back over.

"You do drugs all the time or are you selling this?" I asked him.

"I'm selling the crack bag but I'm keeping the weed for myself." Lark explained to me. "It's a fun business. Rich quick. Anyways I'm not gonna force you to do this shit, I never make girls do this stuff. I got a helmet at by bike."

"Helmet?" I asked him.

Lark took my hand and brought me over to the student parking lot. Along the lines of cars and bikes was this motorbike. It was pure black with silver lighten bolts on the sides and a silver skull above the light in the front. Something that as far as I know, looked dangerous. Seriously what was it with me and bad-boys?

"Is this… safe?" I asked him.

"Safe? Of course. I've been driving Rodney since I was ten." Lark said as he handed me a helmet. "You can use mine for now. I'll be fine." He said. "Don't even argue with me, Missy." He read me like a book.

I didn't know what else to do. Either take a chance with him or go back inside and face the school for a long time and then face Glee club. I couldn't skip that, but I could skip school. I put on the helmet and strapped the straps tightly and climbed onto the back. Thankfully I was wearing leggings with my skirt and my brown lace boots. After Lark climbed on I held onto his waist and waited for him to start driving. I've seen the movies so I knew how fast he'd go. Lark backed up, said to me "Hold tightly!" then within seconds he zoomed off.

I was scared but after a minute or two I began smiling and having a blast. This was beautiful and so much fun. I never felt so….

Liberating before.