Kat was 18 going on 19 and brand new at Job Corps. She was trying so hard to just stay out of everyone's way and out of trouble. The only people she knew or talked to were in the group she had arrived with and she tried her best to stay out of the way otherwise. She kept her head down, stayed quiet and tried to keep away from any drama or fighting, although it seemed to absolutely love her. She remained respectful to her elders and the staff at the corps and when someone tried to mess with her, she just kept walking. So how had she fallen into this mess? She ended up meeting the worst guy she could ever meet, Jordan. To put things kindly, he was a narcisistic, sexist asshole. When they'd met, he'd seemed normal, not hot, not hideous, just a nice middle. She accepted his offer of dating her, then his morality and character took a severe nosedive. He began calling her his 'property' and ordering her to do things for him, which she did. He dragged her around the campus like she was some kind of pet and never treated her like his girlfriend in front of others. Oh, and when he kissed he kissed like a duck. And the way he ate! Ugh, she shivered as she remembered this. She stood there in line, scanning the crowd of scarily unfamiliar faces as she stood against the long poster board, waiting in the lunch line and twisting her dyed blond hair in her fingers. When she finally made it through and sat at a lonely table in the corner, she looked down at her plate. Meatloaf. Again. Oh, joy. She sighed deeply and silently apologized to her stomach before picking up her fork. Just as she did, though, Jordan plopped his large body down beside her, took the plate from in front of her, and began shoveling the food into his mouth. Kat could only watch helplessly as he snorted and devoured, then she finally spoke, her voice coming out weak and shaking. "Uhm... You know that's mine, right?" She nibbled her lip, knowing there was nothing that could be done about it. She was just to damn nice to the people who deserved it the least. Jordan looked over at her and, through his full mouth, muffled something that sounded like 'Oops, sorry. Oh well, you don't need it.' Kat squeaked as a squishy bit of grey mashed potatoes launched itself from his mouth and clung to her cheek. Being a bit of a germaphobe, Kat's chocolate brown eyes widened and her face paled, some hair falling into her face but she didn't notice. Carefully, as if it were acid, she reached up and wiped the potato off with a napkin, setting the soiled tissue aside and scooting as far away from Jordan's projectile zone as the little round stool attatched to the table would let her. She sighed deeply, sipping her water as she heard a commotion from another table nearby. It was Brandon, one of the guys that had come in with her group, smarting off to a guy. The mysterious guy was in all black from his Converse shoes to his jeans and long trench coat. His back was to Kat, but she noticed his dark messy hair. Brandon laughed a bit at the guy. "Dude, don't sit there, you'll sit on my imaginary friend." Brandon was a complete ass. Kat snickered to herself and spoke before she realized what she was doing, her voice coming out louder than before, a half smirk on her face as she spoke to Brandon. "Well, maybe your 'imaginary friend' is gay and likes guys sitting on his lap. Ever think of it that way?"