Hello! Well, here it is ,the sequel to A Cold Winter's Day. If you haven't read that story, please do. It isn't completely neccesary, because I will try to explain as much as possible, so enjoy. Oh, and I don't own Jimmy Neutron. . . at least not leagally!

Chapter 1

Allthough she had never met Jimmy, she wanted him dead.

Her name was Gabrielle Bennet, Gabby for short. Her father had always called her Gabs.

Gabby had been told many times that she was beautiful. Tall for her fourteen years, with auburn hair, blue eyes, and a confident smile, she was perfect. She had also been told that she looked like her father. When she was a little girl, Gabby had always taken that as a compliment, for her dad had been her best friend. Her only friend.

It was very difficult for Gabby to make friends. In Arizona, where she lived, she had never gotten close to anyone. They all teased her for being smart. What they didn't know was that she wasn't just smart, she was a genius, just like her father. She'd been forbidden from telling everyone that simple fact because of her father's past with his gifts. He'd been isolated from his friends, also.

Now, Gabby had no friends. She was completely alone. Her mother had walked out on her family when Gabby was only six. Her father had always told her that he would never leave like her mother. He would always be there to comfort her when she needed to be held. Gabby knew that was no longer possible. Her father was dead. . . .and Jimmy had killed him.

Jimmy always loved the beginning of a school year, and this year was no different. In fact, it may have been one of the most important grades. He was starting high-school.

Sure, he'd been offered the chance to start ninth grade many times before, but he'd decided that he'd rather stay with his friends in the grade that he belonged in. He had already skipped up to college once, and that was a disaster. He didn't want the same thing to happen again.

Jimmy sat in his lab on that early Monday morning. He'd been dressed and ready to go for some time, but he had alot of things to think about before the bus came.

Jimmy stood up as slowly as possible to avoid any discomfort that he might encounter with his wound. It had been two months since he'd been shot, but the wound wasn't completely healed. Everytime he turned a certain way, he could feel the pain, as if the bullet was re-entering it's destination over and over. And each time he felt the pain, he was reminded of how he'd recieved the bullet-sized hole in his abdomen.

He'd been in therapy ever since he'd gotten out of the hospital, and made a fast recovery. It helped that his friends were there every step of the way. Well, almost all of his friends. Jimmy hadn't spoken much to Cindy since the incident. He felt as if she was avoiding him for some reason. He knew, of course, why she was avoiding him. Much had happened between them the day that he'd been shot. He had saved her life.

He had wrestled the gun from the gunman in order to protect her, and in the process gotten himself shot. He remembered little about what happened after he'd been shot. He had only managed to stay concious for a short while. But, he did remember one thing. While he was fighting to stay awake, Cindy had managed to stay by his side, and told him the truth. That she loved him. She'd loved him for a long while.

And then, when she visited him in the hospital, she'd broke down. She thanked him for saving her. He didn't need to be thanked, because he knew if anything had happened to her, he wouldn't have been able to live with himself. And, then, when she fell asleep in his arms, he reflected her confession. . .. he loved her, also. Jimmy was still unsure if Cindy had heard him tell her. But, he knew that their was no other explanation for her avoiding him for the whole summer. . . .

Jimmy thoughts were interupted by the bus horn, as he sped outside and hopped on board just in time. He sat down in an empty seat as the bus pulled away from the curb.

"Can I sit here?" he heard a voice say.

Jimmy looked up, and found himself staring into the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, and yet they looked so famillar. . .

"Uh, sure." he said, pulling himself out of his trance.

A girl, about his age sat down next to him.

"My name's Jimmy." he said, after a moment of silence.

"I'm Gabby." said the girl, as she stuck out her hand for Jimmy to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Jimmy."

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