University

"Yep, it is" Scott replied as he opened the bottle

((Good idea))

Sasha tentavly exited her room. Walking past a room filled with computers, she stopped to look. Seeing two people inside the room, she stood in the entrance of the room, unsure whether to leave, or try and make friends.

Scott waved happily at the girl at the door and called out "Hi!"

((So Sasha isn't alone half the time should I put one of my characters with her?))

Stanley lazily waved to the newcomer without turning his head, "Hi there." He chugged the last half of his root beer and let out a rather loud belch, he coughed slightly, "Excuse me..."

((you can if you want to, Steph.))

Sasha nervously twitched her hand in their direction. Entering the room, she cautiously made her way over to the corner of the room. "Hi." She said quietly, running her hand nervously threw her long, black hair.

Scott made room on his bed and asked "wanna sit?"

Sasha nervously walked over to this strange boy, and sat down on the bed. She looked from him, back to the boy with the computers, staying silent, so not to draw attention to herself.

"My name's Scott, nice ta meetcha!"

"Stanley Grey. So... What's your story? Any specific reason you came into this dorm?"

Spying the picture of his parents that he promised to his mother to keep, a promise he wasn't going to keep, he stood up and picked it up and began to debate on what he would do with it, throw it out the window, or in the trash?

Sasha cowered slightly. "My name is Sasha. Sasha Gray." She said softly. "My dead beat father enrolled me here, after my accident." She answered. Rubbing the scar on her stomach absentmindedly, she shivered.

"Are you ok?" Scott asked, seeing Sasha rub her stomache.

Stanley chuckled, "What are the odds? Two people at the same university with synonymously similar names?"

Looking at the picture, he shrugged and lazily tossed it into the garbage bin.

Also noticing her behavior, "Indeed, are you alright?"

Sasha looked at Scott, and turned away, fighting the tears that came everytime she talked about the fight, and the memories that accompanied it.

Seeing Stanley throwing the picture in the garbage, she got up, and for reasons unknown picked it out of the garbage. Looking at the picture, she saw her father, and hastily dropped it into the garbage.

Turning to Scott, and Stanley, she backed up, and ran into the wall. Tears filled her eyes, as anger, sadness, and fright came over her.

"um... what?"

"What, indeed? What's got you spooked?"

Sasha slid down the wall to the floor. "He's here, and so are they." She said, her voice, and body shaking. "That bastard cheated on my mother." Sasha looked up at Stanley. "And now they girls are here to finish what they started." Burying her face in her hands, she started to cry.

"The hell? I'm sorry, but you're not making much sense." He crouched down and put a hand on her shoulder.

Scott suddenly took on a dark tone "what girls?"

Sasha looked up at Stanley. "That man in that picture. It's my father." She stated, fearful of the reaction. Hearing Scott, she shivered. "The girls that tried to kill me, and almost succeeded." Her body shook, as she put a hand on her arm where the other scar was.

"Oh, that bastard. I knew there was a reason I didn't like him." Stanley spat, now wondering if he should've thrown the damn thing out the window.

Sasha looked up at Stanley, and then looked down to the floor. "If he is your father as well..." She trailed off, her shaking subsiding.

"Well," He clapped his hands together, "That would mean we're half-siblings, nice to meet you Sasha." He smiled.

Inside though, he was smoldering, he made a mental note to destroy that ass later.

"Names! I need names!"

((About to reveal a secret about Scott. By the way, way to push Scott to the side))

Looking over to Scott, he was kind of shocked at the sudden change in attitude, from bright an cheerful to dark and menacing, "Holy hell man, what's up?"

Scott knelt in front of Sasha, gently placed his hands on her shoulders and said again "what are their names"

Sasha looked at Scott, and then threw her arms around him. "I can't tell." She cried. "If I do they will come for me." More tears made their way down her cheeks, as she realeased Scott, and sat on the floor. "Even my brother can't protect me." She collapsed into a sobbing, shaking heap on the floor.

"Don't worry. Just one name will suffice. I will fix this"

Sasha laid on the floor, but looked up at Scott. "There were six girls." She started to tell her story. "They used to be my friends. Then we started to fight." Sasha sat up, but didn't look at anyone. "It was supposed to be a fist fight, but the head of the pack, brought a knife. She cut my arm open." Stopping she placed her hand over the scar on her arm. "Then when I went down, she stabbed me in the stomach." Sasha untucked her shirt from her pants, and showed them the huge scar that went from the bottom of her ribs on the left side, all the way down to her right hip. "The cops came, and they ran. I was taken to hospital, where I stayed for six months to recover." Sasha looked back to Scott, then to Stan. "It's been a year, and only a couple of months ago, I started to talk again." Wincing, she covered her belly, and refused to say anything else. Tears ran down her cheeks, as she again looked at the floor.

"please Sasha! You must have known at least the leader's name! If you tell me I can make sure you never have to deal with them again"

Stanley put a hand on Scott's shoulder, "Seriously man, chill. Right now she probably feels like she got hit by a tidal wave, finding out that she has a half-brother and relieving the memories of her chilling past. She'll come back to it when she's ready. You hear me?"