story of my life | pv. septembre | rp anglais

STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

Jason wasn't thinking straight these past few days. It was like he was living another life, from another point of view. He attended all his classes, worked at his internship in a clinic and he went to the gym to train. Aside from these important stuff, he wasn't living much. He had been this way every since the breakup. It seemed like Jason was still not very good at handling breakups. He had 2 serious relationships in his whole life. His first real girlfriend was Poppy. She cheated on him during a Summer Camp, and even after he said he forgave her, she still dumped him because she was too ashamed of what she did. It took 6 months for Jason to cope from his breakup. Then he met Arizona, who literally changed him. He stopped whatever bad habits he picked up from his first heartbreak, which included drinking, smoking and one night stands. However, their fairytale relation ended quickly when she left him because he was "too rich" for her. No need to say Jason was as devastated as he was after Poppy left him. He went back to drinking, smoking, seducing random girls for fun, but he couldn't sleep with them. Everytime he was close to have sex with a girl, he just couldn't clear his mind from his ex girlfriend's face. The 23 years old italian could not help but wonder if there was something wrong with him. Was he a bad boyfriend? A bad lover? Whatever it was, he definitely had not luck with girls, and it was going to drive him insane.

He was now at the clinic where he had an internship. He was wearing his white lab coat, which made him look all serious, studious and smart. It was a weird sight, to see him at work. It was different from his Winthrop act that consisted of black leather coats, badass-ness and a mysterious side. He walked through the white hall, looking at some papers from his last day of work. He was so concentrated in his reading that he didn't see the girl walking slower in front of him. Luckily, Jason had excellent reflexes, and grabbed the girl by the arm so she wouldn't fall or stumble too far away. « I am so, so sorry. I wasn't looking. » He looked at her and offered an apologetic smile. « Are you alright? »

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

Things really weren't going well for you for the moment. You tried to convince yourself that everything was ok, that you were happy but in reality, that feeling of loneliness lingered around all the time. Even if it has know nearly been two months that he had left, the pain in your heart didn't leave. It never would. You had lost everything you ever loved in the past year. Drake how committed suicide because nothing was left in this world for him. And now you lost the one person how had helped you fall in love again. He was gone leaving you with your child. You should have had an abortion, but you knew you were not cable of doing this kind of things. But know, you nearly everybody had left. There was no one here anymore for you. Your brother was doing how knows what with his Mather stuff, your best friend also. You don't belong in their world anymore. All the drugs and parties, if you had continued in that path you would have died. Your roommate was in no better position to help you. She was pregnant also and had even more difficulties to cope with it then you. Then there was Kendall, the only guy that was actually there but ever since that kiss you were lost. You liked him, but relationships just didn't seem to suit you and guys always left. Great for a boost of self-confidence. You sighed, leaving the office of your shrink. You hated that word, this clinic, but it helped, talking, and being listened too, at least she gave you a sense of belonging. So now it has going back to boring life and being sick. You were at your forth month now so the morning sickness had stop for most part but still it wasn't easy having to carry a baby around when your health wasn't at its greatest. Strolling back to entrance of the clinic, you were merely lost in your thoughts when suddenly somebody collied with you. However before you could even hit the slightest the floor, he grabbed your arm preventing the fall. You managed to regain balance looking to the guy. "Don't worry I should have looked where I was walking also. I'm fine thank you. Are you ok? You seem in a hurry."

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

He smiled at the woman. « Me? Oh I'm fine don't worry. Nobody is ever in a hurry to get back to their lab to study little moving things. » he answered as a joke. To be honest, Jason was not in the mood to go back in that closed white room to look into a microscope and study little organisms. Don't take it the wrong way, he loved biology just as much as he loved sports, but working in a lab was not his favorite part of the job. He was getting his major soon, and then he had to get his Ph. D so he could actually do something bigger. He talked with his adoptive father about opening his own research firm or maybe teaching at Harvard. « Where were you headed? I'll accompany you, anything to post-pone going to work. » He said with a little smile. He didn't know who she was, but this was where Jason worked for his intern, and he had the right to be social and talk to the clients, or the patients, whatever they like to be called.

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

You were very easily distracted nowadays. Your mind could switch from one thought to another in a just a blur and that caused you to not always be focused on the real world. You had this feeling that you were juste strolling through life, not realising what was happening in the world. It was a bit like being stuck between two worlds. It was hard to explain. The guy you bumped into seemed really nice and you showed a little smile at his joke. You never knew how people could studied that kind of stuff. You preferred much more your art and drawings. "I was just on my way heading back to campus." You answered politely. You didn't really want to talk about why you were here and you always hated hospitals. However, the guy in the white lab coat seemed nice and this kind of gave you a good impression. First impression were always good. Right? No not really, in the end you always get deceived by the people to whom you give your trust. It's like that, there is no arguing about that.

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

Jason's smile grew even bigger at the mention of the campus. « Oh, so you're a student at Harvard then? What a coincidence, so am I! I'm Jason, by the way. » he said. He offered his arm for her to hold, and walked through the halls with her. « I'm studying biology, it's my sixth and last year to get my major, and then I'll be getting my doctor in biology. And then, you'll have to call me Dr. Lorenzo » he joked. He was different when he was with patients. He was social and he talked a lot. That's something he learned during his first internship. Patients are usually shy, and you have to talk to them a lot before they open up. Although Jason was a biologist and worked in a lab, this knowledge was rather useful sometimes. That's how you get people to tell you things you need to know. « But enough about me. What about you? What studies are you in? » he asked, a real look of interest in his eyes. It was clear that he was just honestly talking and not faking.

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

Actually, you didn't really want to talk. You just wanted to go back into your room at Quincy House and lay in there for the rest of your day. Maybe you would call Melissande, just to have some company and talk to her so she could change your mind. The guy seemed nice, that wasn't the question, but he also looked like a player and you were pretty sure that he was a Winthrop. Guys that live together, nah that is never a good sign to be honest. However, out of politeness and because you were a bit dizzy, you took his hand to walk and smiled shyly at him. "I'm studying Arts." You answered with a faint smile, looking in front of you. So he was the big head and you were just the girl that liked to draw. Well, at least, that is what it seemed.

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

He waited a bit for her to continue, only to realize she was done talking and that he won't get much more. He nodded with a small smile. « Arts you say? Hmm, that's something I know absolutely nothing about! » he admitted with a laugh. He knew sports and sciences and cars. That's all he knew. He used to date a Lowell girl that was in Arts, but everytime she mentionned something in that area, he was totally lost. He listened to her talking though. He was interested in whatever she liked. Only for her will he ever learn Arts things. Jason looked at the girl walking next to him, and continued the conversation. « So.. You already know my last name, Lorenzo, but you can call me Jason. What's your name? » He understood that she was not gonna talk on her own, so he asked her question in order to get some words out of her. After all, he was not going to talk alone!

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Written in his walls are the stories that I can't explain

He looked at her. She didn't talk much, and there was obviously boredom in her voice, but Jason didn't give up. « Septembre? That's a beautiful name, very unique. Suits you good. » He complimented. Jason gave her a little smile, and then he stopped walking. « Well, I better go back to work, or else my supervisor is going to notice I left. » He took a step back, staring at her a bit. He was not sure if he would ever see her again, but he secretly hoped he would. There was something about her that made Jason very curious. « Have a good day, and if you ever wish to listen to my babbling again, you know where to find me. » He joked, before turning away. After a few steps he stopped again and turned to call out to her. « Oh and Septembre? Thanks for not telling me to fuck off » he laughed and went back in the clinic.

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