Brye Wyatt meets Jaxson Thomas
Thanks, Arpea for editing. All characters are over 18. Work by Blewwater69.
Chapter 1
The last days of finals had Jaxson Thomas, Jack to his friends, putting in late nights at work and long days studying. Just a few more days and he would be done, with the semester ending his sophomore year at the big Midwestern University. His two roommates were closer to being done. Tyler was at his last final and was leaving when he got back. Skylar still had one in the afternoon before he'd be going home too. Both were taking the train to the airport as Jaxson couldn't spare the time to drive them both separately.
Jack had one last final in the morning and a paper for his music degree due in the afternoon. He was balancing his studying and writing around his heavy work schedule at the restaurant. He'd also be staying in the apartment they all shared for the summer to take a summer class. He was hoping to graduate in three and half years to save money. His music scholarship helped a good deal, but he still needed a few loans beside work to balance out all his expenses. College was beyond the means of his parents, farmers from Iowa where he grew up.
He is double majoring in music and education. Music was his love and career choice, but if that didn't work his backup plan was to teach. He figured with both degrees he could teach at the high school level. He had poured many of his elective classes into math which was something he excelled at in high school. He believed with music and math he'd be sure to be snatched up by many high schools.
The university only had dorms for freshmen, so upper class men had to find apartments in the city. Finding an apartment wasn't a big problem, but paying for it was. His roommates had an easier time of it with their parents footing most of the bill. He wasn't so lucky. His parents, with three other kids at home, could barely send him anything, so he was on his own. He'd been fortunate enough to find an apartment with two of his friends from freshman year. They were in a big old, renovated building on the third floor. It was a trek up without an elevator, so they got it for less than the two lower floors.
His scholarship for his talent in music paid for much of the tuition, but the housing and food was all his to pay. He had an older Honda Civic that got him back and forth from his waitering job at a swank Italian restaurant. The pay wasn't much, but the tips were great. So far, he'd managed to make everything work financially.
After he said goodbye to his two roommates, it was time to stop studying and leave for work. One of the other great things about the apartment was a garage with one space for each apartment out back. Since he had the only car, they didn't have to fight over it, and street parking could be a bitch. Walking to his car for work, he noticed a girl that looked homeless, digging in the garbage can of a nearby house. It was a somewhat common sight to see homeless people around, so he quickly turned away and backed his car out and left.
Brye Wyatt saw him before he turned to enter the garage. She recognized the same depressing and sad look she always got from normal people.
She thought "If he only knew what my life recently has been like maybe he wouldn't judge me so dismissively. If he knew what my father put me through; whoring me out for money to neighbors and his friends, maybe he'd show some sympathy."
"Yeah, right," she said to herself, "No way!"
That night he left the restaurant with a smile as he'd hauled in over $300 for the night. Returning to the apartment, it was late, but he put a good hour into his paper for music theory. Proofreading it one more time, he was pleased with the finished product. It was important for him to maintain excellent grades in music to retain the scholarship.
Jack was up early to cram for the final in statistics and probability. Confident he knew all the material, he went to class for his final. He planned to drop his completed paper at the music department after the exam. Driving back home after, he cranked the music in his car. It was a beautiful end to a May Day in the city. The city's winters could be long and depressing and with spring in the air and school done, he could take a bit of a break. His summer class didn't start for another two weeks, so besides his Tuesday to Saturday work schedule, he was a free man.
Being mostly poor all the time, Jack had little money for a relationship. It helped that Tyler was between girlfriends too, and Skylar preferred to play computer games to dating, so any free moment they had was spent together. Already missing his friends, he was pondering how he would spend his free time.
The apartment was a mess from all the busy time for finals and his friends had graciously gifted him with the result. He just didn't feel like tackling that now. He'd have to take the garbage out back, though, as the place was beginning to stink. He'd slept in but still had four and a half hours before work at four. It was Saturday and he'd be done with work for two days after tonight.
Grabbing the trash bag from the under-counter drawer, he headed for the door. Keys in his pocket, he always made sure to lock the apartment door, with all the homeless people out on the streets. The front door automatically locked. It was a combination lock so he wouldn't need that for that, only the apartment upon return as well.
The dumpster for all the apartments was situated beside the garage. As he approached the back end of the house, he could see someone standing near it. He was surprised but not shocked to see it was the same girl he spotted the day before. As he approached, she turned to face him looking somewhat startled.
"Oh, sorry," she said, and backed away a few steps to allow him access to the bin.
He looked her over briefly before turning to throw the bag into the pile already there.
"Mister, could you spare like five dollars," she asked? "I haven't eaten anything since yesterday and the smell of the trash is making me sick."
"I'm sorry, but I don't carry money on me to take the trash out," he said plainly.
"I could wait or come with you. Please!"
"Not sure that's a great idea. I'm sorry."
"Please...I'm very hungry!"
Jack looked her up and down with a fast glance. She was disheveled to say the least and her hands and face showed the dirt of the streets. She had an old bookbag over her shoulders, a small duffel bag, and was wearing too many layers of clothes given the nice day and the temperature in the seventies. Her hair, which appeared normally blondish, was unkept and dirty. It hung long down her back around the pack.
"Really, I'm sorry," Jack said again. "I really need to get going."
He was turning to leave when she said, "I'll blow you for it?"
What?" he said, turning back. "For five dollars?"
"Whatever you can share," she responded. "I'm pretty desperate."
He looked into her eyes and could see she was probably telling the truth. Her face behind the dirt looked like she could be cute if properly cleaned.
"Aren't you a bit young to be out on the streets like this?" Jack asked.
"I'm nineteen as of two weeks ago," she replied, "so you don't have to worry that I'd sick the cops on you. Please...if you're afraid I have some disease I can assure you I've been to the free clinic just a couple days ago. I'm just fine."
Jack was a bit shocked at the boldness of this young streetwalker and probable whore. She didn't look to be high. She did look skinny as a rail, though. That she wasn't lying about.
"I don't know," Jack finally said.
"Please...I've very good!"
"Really?" Jack questioned curtly.
"Well, I've been told so many times."
"We can skip the blowjob, but I am feeling a bit sorry for you, so come along. Don't give me reason to regret this, though. I'm not in the mood for any shenanigans."
"You can trust me, mister," Brye stated. "I'm not a bad person, really. Just one down on her luck is all."
"I hope to believe you," Jack replied. "You can call me, Jack. I'm not much older than you."
"Brye with a "Y" instead of and "I" is my name. Pleased to meet you, Jack. I like that name."
"Let's not get too chummy. Just five bucks and off you go. Deal?"
