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Jess Mariano looked miserably at a small piece of cake on his desk; it had a little candle on it and a smiley face. He grimaced at it every time he took a bite of his lunch. He wasn't really a sugar guy; he always leaned towards salt, pizza, and chips, Chinese. She didn't know that though. His perky little girlfriend tried but it wasn't always what he wanted. She didn't like all the time he spent "with his nose in a book" either. It all just pissed him off, life wasn't what he wanted. Next week she might have him trying out for the track team, and he wasn't going to let this happen anymore. He couldn't have Rory right now and obviously no one was going to fill her place. He firmly stood up and flipped his tray in the trash, happy fucking birthday Jessie, as his mother would say.

After his moment of balls decision, he went to find his girlfriend, he almost considered asking some one, but that ruined his aloof Hemmingway thing. When he finally found her, she was pointing at something with another unrecognizable blonde. She looked happy as always, all eyes on her, and she was satisfied. Jess almost continued his mental rant until he got a better look at the other girl. She looked so familiar, but it wasn't right. She was delicate, angel like. Blonde, pale, and thin as a board, he wondered if she'd pass out there, she looked exhausted. When he caught her eyes he noticed something, the blue. It looked so much like Rory's, they weren't corny waterfalls or anything, and they were strong, deep, and pensive. God they were almost a carbon copy of her eyes, he had to talk to this girl, he didn't know why, but it was the only thought he could conjure.

"Hey." He said entering their little bubble, not daring to touch his girlfriend, he wanted to leave things open.

"Sweetie!" She said going over to kiss him, he did the cheek turn, but she didn't worry, she always bitched her got moody some days.

"Who's the new friend?" Jess asked as casual as possible, he wanted to sound like Morrison, but probably came across as an eager groupie.

"Oh the new girl, Elle." He was told, without interest. She was worried now; he never carried for his surroundings, never mind the people in them.

Jess and Elle locked eyes, and he couldn't help it, his bad boy attitude, his aloofness, and his amount of oxygen split. "Welcome, if you need any help navigating, I'm around." He stuttered, stupid ass! He thought to himself, could he be any gayer.

"Thanks." She said quietly looking into his eyes, he raised his head and looked back. More drawn into anything than he had been in the last 6 months, he wandered if she wouldn't mind staying like this forever, because he knew it'd be good with him.

"Come on Jessie, let's go have lunch alone." She said taking his arm. This usually meant she'd want to neck him, and tease him, then shut him down with a pout.

"What about Elle?" He asked bluntly, he found this girl; no way he was loosing her.

"She needs to make new friends." She was getting bitchy now, he knew it.

"Well I guess I volunteer." He said offering Elle his hand, she hesitated and took it. Wondering how many problems she was currently causing. If she had any energy, she might have cared.

Jess nodded and started to lead Elle towards the cafetaria.

"Hungry?" He asked, happier than he had been in a long while.