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Saint stayed in her room the entire day, only coming out to get something to eat and drink. She didn't say anything to the other two about the fight and had no idea that Travis had heard. He didn't say anything about it either. It was her story to tell and he would let her but he wanted to know what had happen to her mother. Nick had said she was a hooker but Travis couldn't see that.

He was drumming his fingers against his desk while he sat in his room that evening. He tilted his head as he stared at his computer screen. He knew the name of the town she had grown up in but realized he had no idea what her mother's name was. With a frown he logged into his computer and started searching the Internet. It didn't take long for him to locate her home town and the newspaper there. His fingers hovered above the keys a second before he started typing.

' Woman arrested for prostitution'

The story popped up a few seconds later. A woman named Julie Winters had been arrested because of prostitution and drug procession in the year that would have been Saint's senior year. The story mentioned that Julie had been busted in a police sting at a local hotel. There was mention of Julie having a seventeen year old daughter who went to live with a close family friend.

" Holy shit." Travis said as he linked his hands together and let them come to rest against the top of his head. So it was true. Her mother had been a hooker and Travis had called Saint a whore. No wonder she was so upset with him. " Oh fuck me." He groaned. He brought his hands down. His elbows came to rest against his desk as he jammed the palms of his hands into his eyes. He started to rub them hard. " I'm so stupid." He muttered.

He jerked up and around when he heard the door to her room open. A second later he saw Saint walk through their living room space. Travis stood up and slowly started through his room. He pulled the sleeves of his over sized black sweater over his hands as he watched Saint. She reached the kitchen area and pulled down a bottle of Jack Daniels from one of the shelves. When she turned around, he caught her eyes but only for a second. She shook her head and started towards the stairs by their kitchen. Travis brought his hands to the door frame and leaned forward.

He watched as Saint walked up the stairs and across the upstairs to one of the big windows. She opened it and stepped outside. Travis sighed and stood up straight. It was cold outside, so cold you could see your breath, and she had went out in her black yoga pants and a long sleeve black shirt. Travis yanked his coat off his door knob, grabbed his scarf from the chair he kept by his door and started after her.

She just where to find her. The two of them had once carried two folding chairs to the roof so they could sit there and drink during the summer. She was sitting in the purple chair, drinking straight from the bottle. Travis shivered as he walked. He wasn't going to stay outside with her. He knew she wanted to be alone. Every so often Saint would pull into herself and they had learned to give her the space she needed.

Saint didn't even look at him when Travis reached her. He took his coat and draped it over her shoulders then crouched down in front of her. She finally looked at his face but he was watching his work as he brought the scarf to her. Carefully he wrapped the scarf around her neck. His scent came over her quickly. It was the perfect mixture of smoke, vanilla soap, and spices. She closed her eyes and breathed him in deep.

" It's cold, Saint." He said softly. " You shouldn't stay out here long." Then he stood up and walked away.

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Travis couldn't sleep to save his life. He had brushed his teeth, and she still hadn't come in. He changed his clothes and checked her room but she still hadn't come in. He wanted to go out with her and make sure she was okay but he didn't. He needed to figure out how to tell her he was sorry and make it up to her.

He tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. He looked at his alarm clock and found he had only been in bed for an hour. He kicked his blankets off and stood up. He crossed his room and opened his door. To his relief, Saint was laying on the couch. She was sleeping and using his coat as a blanket. Travis sighed and started forward. She was clutching his scarf and holding it to her face. Her mouth and chin were covered by it. The half drank bottle of Jack Daniels was resting against the couch. Travis leaned down and touched her cheek. She shivered and sighed.

Her skin was cold and he knew she hadn't been inside long. One thing with Saint, when she was drunk, if she laid down, she would fall asleep right away. The key to keeping her awake and partying was to keep her moving. Travis took his coat off her, making her pull her legs up and whine. Her hand shot out and started patting around, searching for the coat.

" Hang on, Saint." He whispered. He gently guided her to turn onto her back. He slipped one hand under her knees and the other across her back. He picked her up, making her snuggle into him more. She took a hold of his shirt as he turned and started towards her room.

" Cold." She whispered.

" Yeah, you were outside." Travis said while he walked. " I'm going to put you in bed, alright?" She sighed but didn't answer him again.

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When Saint woke in the morning, she was curled up in her bed with the blankets tight around her. She sighed and opened her eyes, rolling from her side to her back. She frowned and looked at her right hand. In the center of her fist was Travis' scarf. She looked to her ceiling and remembered him coming on to the roof with her. She remembered him giving her his coat and scarf but that was it. She knew she had stayed out late but thought she had went to sleep on the couch, not her bed.

Travis came out of his room after he was ready and dressed for the day and found his scarf tied to the door knob. He frowned and untied it. He brought it to his face and closed his eyes as he inhaled. It smelled like her. It was the sweet, soft smell that always came from her. It surrounded her. It came from her bedroom and the bathroom after her shower.

" She's talking to Derrick." Jones said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Jones was sitting on the couch with her glasses on and a cup of coffee in her hand.

Saint and Derrick were sitting on his bed with their backs against his headboard. She was holding her hands tightly together and they were resting on her lap. Derrick was looking at her, waiting for her to talk but Saint was staring at her legs. She sighed a few times as she worked up her courage to talk. Derrick was waiting patiently. He didn't care if he made it to class that day or not.

" Nick and I broke up yesterday." She said.

" Good." Saint frowned and looked at him.

" What?" She asked.

" He was bad news, Saint, and trust me, I know bad news. He treated you like shit. I can't stand that guy. You deserve better." He said. Saint shook her head and looked away with her mouth in a thin line. She couldn't deny Derrick's words. Nick and Saint had been over with a long time before the break up actually happen. "So does this mean you are going to stay with us?"

" Just until I find something else." Saint said.

" Saint,"

" Derrick, please." She said as she closed her eyes. " I can't stay here anymore."

" Is it Travis? Because he's sorry. He likes you, you know. He cares about what happens to you."

" Stop, just stop, okay?" She said as her eyes flew open. " I can't hear this right now."

" Oh for fuck sakes, Saint!" Derrick said when she started to stand. " Come on! Give the guy a break. I know what he said was fucked up but forgive him already."

" Look, please don't tell the others about Nick." Saint said while she faced him. Derrick's shoulders dropped.

" I can't talk you into staying, can I?" He asked. She shook her head.

" No. I need a change in my life." She said.

" Can you let me try?" Derrick asked as he tilted his head.

" Derrick..." She started but stopped because he almost jumped out of bed.

" Don't say another word. I am going to remind you of how great the four of us are. We are going out tonight." Saint started shaking her head quickly. " Yes! Saint! Yes!" He said as he ran around the bed. When he reached her, Derrick grabbed her by her shoulders then climbed onto his bed, pulling her up with him.

" Derrick!" She yelled as he started making her jump with him.

" Say you're going out!" He yelled. " Say it!" The door to his room flew open.

" Derrick! What are you doing!" They heard Jones asked.

" We are going out tonight!" Derrick yelled.

" I didn't say I would!" Saint said. Derrick suddenly bent down and grabbed her. He threw Saint over his shoulder and jumped down to the floor.

" We're going out tonight!" He yelled as he started spinning her around quickly. Jones and Travis were smiling at the doorway. " Say it, Saint and I'll stop spinning."

" Jones, help me!" Saint called out as she laughed.

" You better agree." Jones said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

" Okay! I'll go!" Saint yelled. " Just stop spinning!" Derrick laughed and dropped her on his bed.

" Fuck yeah you will!" Derrick said. " It's going to be like old times. We are going to have a great time." He said. Saint shook her head but was smiling. Derrick carefully made his way to his door frame as she sat up. He grabbed Travis by his shirt and drag him into the hallway. " This is it, man. Figure this out because this is your shot to fix it. I'll get her drunk, you fix shit."