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Part 1: The Phone Call

It was another weekend for Courtney Barlow; she finished all her homework ahead of time like usual. So naturally she had nothing to do, until she got a call from one of her friends. "Who is this?" the former CIT didn't know who it was until she looked at the caller ID on her phone. "Ohhh! Hi Chloe, what's going on?"

Chloe sighed from the other line. "Hey...I wanted to ask if you wanted to meet me at the mall. You'll never guess who I saw in Ruster; all helpless and alone while I was buying a new sweatshirt with a guitar strapped behind his back. I swear on nothing that it almost ruined my day and turned me into a lump of sadness." Her friend sounded kind of panicky for some reason, and it wasn't normal for Courtney.

Chloe Helts was one of the most laid-back girls she ever met. "Who? Please don't tell me it's that guy from senior year…" She was cheated on before the end of senior year by the love of her life at the time. It crushed her so hard emotionally that one Saturday, Courtney didn't even bother getting out of bed to do anything and ended up missing a lot of assignments. Fortunately thanks to her academic skills, she made it all up and managed to keep her good grades the same.

"It was, wasn't it?" Courtney assumed based on the small awkward silence. "Yeah, it was. Sorry but I just thought-" Chloe's friend understood what she was trying to say. "No, no it's okay. I understand, you were just trying to be a good friend and you're an exceptional one. I mean it." "Awww! That's so sweet! Anyways, see you there, Court? If you need a ride, I can pick you up," Chloe changed the subject. "I'd love to. Besides, I need to get a present for my brother's birthday. I'm sure the perfect gift with the perfect deal is bound to be there."

She grinned from the other side of the line. "Friday-licious!" "What? Is that even a word?" "Of course, I made it up myself. Friday-licious is like another word or synonym, as you like to say it for the word 'awesome'. Guess why!" She let out a girly giggle. "Because Fridays are awesome?" Courtney knew Friday was Chloe's favorite day of the week so it kind of makes sense. "Yeah! See you there. By the way, my brother's still available if you're interested." "You're weird sometimes, Chlo. Bye."

Courtney hung up and then heard her phone ring again. For some reason, she decided to pick up. "...Hello?" "Meet me at the Internet House café place at the mall." "Whoever you are, you're a stalker." She hissed at the anonymous person. "Whatever. See you there, Gorgeous." After hearing that phrase, Courtney Barlow started to have a flashback of her Valentine's Day senior year…

Courtney remembered that gift; a chain necklace with a dark purple heart-shaped amethyst pendant. The former CIT put it in a box in her closet with all the things that reminded her of Duncan she didn't have the strength to throw away. After remembering this, Courtney immediately reminded herself of when he cheated on her with Gwen to get rid of the lovey-dovey feeling, which immediately disappeared after that.

"I should get going to meet Chloe. Hopefully she's lying, I really don't want to see Duncan over there…" Her phone started to ring again; with a different number. "What now?" she grumbled before tapping 'talk'. "Hey, remember that time when I broke into your room?" Duncan was on the line; again. "What can I do to get you to leave me alone, Duncan…" Courtney mumbled irritably and filled with hurt. "I messed up, Princess. I just lost sight of the fact that I love you, can't you freaking understand?" She hung up on him once more and called Chloe, "I'm not coming." "WHAT! But you promised!" "Well, I changed my mind. I have a sociology paper to do." Courtney poorly fibbed. "I know you don't take sociology. What's wrong?" Her friend asked; concerned about how the former CIT was doing. "I'll just meet you at the mall, okay Chloe?" she sighed. "Okay, okay. We're going to the Italian restaurant in the food court first, though." Courtney's friend instantly understood that she either didn't want to talk about it, or save the conversation for later.