Disclaimer: Plot to Jay Asher, Characters to Rob Thomas.

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Through the speakers I could hear Cassidy clear his throat then bones cracking, his knuckles maybe? It was an old nervous habit Cass had.

"Carrie,Carrie,Carrie. You were my first kiss. This seems dumb to bring up; because I obviously felt something more than you. It was the summer before my freshman year, so the summer before your sophomore right? Well anyways, you were my first hand to hold. You weren't anything special, just average. Maybe thats why I liked you, you being average. Don't cry yet Carrie- that wasn't supposed to hurt your feelings. There was something that made me need to be your boyfriend. I don't know what it was, maybe your dark hair, or your braces, no I think it was those pouty lips."

Í scoffed, her lips. He liked her because of her lips?

"I was taking a tour of the school and you walked in lips sticking out, holding a twenty dollar bill. I held the door open for you as you walked into the library before me, Dickie laughed at me. You stood at the counter, tapping your foot waiting to pay for the book you lost. Well that was the first time I saw you and I remember asking Dickie who that girl was. He rolled his eyes, and said 'Brace face?' I furrowed my eyebrows, and he answered me. 'Carrie Bishop.'

Three weeks later, school started and my 'Introduction to Computer Sciences' class got cut, so I got stuck as an Office Aid. One day when no one was looking, I printed off your schedule, so I could see you around school. I think I still got that schedule somewhere, maybe someone will find it, and just throw it away. Probably thinking it was just some lame crush thing. Well it mattered to me.

I sighed, this was going from bad to worse, and I knew the worst was yet to come. Where was I on the tapes, second? third? Didn't he say he had a seat saved for number thirteen?

Carrie, when the tapes come to an end, I hope you realize what your role in this means. It may seem minuscule, microscopic even, but it matters. Doesn't everything?

Betrayal-it's one of the worst feelings.

Maybe you didn't know that it would affect with me this much Carrie, but it did. I bet none of you realize what a little thing you did touched me in the long run. Touched me, HAHAH I bet some of you don't even care about your part, your just waiting for Woody's story since he touched me. But I killed him, if everything went as planned. So he won't be on the tapes.

Sorry, my apologies I got off topic. First dot is on C-4.

I ran my finger over the map and found it. The old Casablancas house, I only knew that 'cause Cassidy had took me there, once. It was vacant and empty. Cass had said he went there just to think sometimes, I wonder if he made the tapes there.

"Okay, my old house. We moved halfway through my freshman year, something about status or something. That doesn't matter though. That was were I first saw you outside of school, and that's when I first talked to you. You came over with Madison-or Maddie. That's what she like to be called until Lilly told her that was stupid and childish. A few weeks before she died. But this isn't about Lilly, funny how she makes it into everything though huh. Anyways you came over with Maddie, Madison whatever, as a back up maybe, if her and Dickie didn't quite hit it off. I knew you kinda liked Dickie, I could tell. But he was off limits, Madison already dug her claws into him."

I let out a loud sigh, is this about Carrie or Madison, Cassidy?

"Dickie, never gave you a second glance Carrie, I did though. I thought you were the most beautiful creature on the planet, at that point in time."

A smile crept across my face for someone reason, did he add the point in time because of me?

"I sat in room, looking over my geometry notes when the doorbell rang. I peaked out my window and saw Madison standing there, dressed like a hooker and her boobs falling out of her top. But to be fair, when isn't Madison dressed like a hooker. But I saw you standing next to her, wearing a purple dress and your hair resting on your shoulders in ringlets. "

Is that why Cass had said to get purple in my hair next? Because of Carrie's dress? Are you insane Mac? I pressed paused and let out a long breath. My eyes shifted around my room, as I bit my nail. Why put myself through this? I thought to myself, just trash them or send them on. Who would know? I stopped biting my nails and bit my lip; a nervous habit me and Cass had both shared. I couldn't do that this was Cassidy. This is Cassidy, no matter what he did it was still Cassidy.

I inhaled and pressed play.

"The doorbell rang again and I saw you shifting your weight from one foot to another impatiently. I saw Madison raised a talon, I mean a finger and press it again. I scooted back from my desk, and walked to the top of the stairs as Dickie blew past me to open the door. You walked in, all dreamy eyes toward Dick and tripped over our rug in front of the door. You looked at Dick who was laughing hysterically and then to me, I tried to give you a reassuring smile; but your face was bright red. You turned around and ran out of the door.

I saw you everyday after I had AP History, we'd pass each other by the gym doors. I smiled at you, and you smiled back. I'd like to think you did it genuinely instead of just being nice."

Knowing Carrie Bishop,doubtful. Okay, Mac your being a bitch to a girl who you don't really know. Pull it together. She hurt Cassidy, but I'm on the tapes so I guess I did to.

"But that was like our thing or so I thought. When I was feeling down I'd remember that I still had your smile to look forward to. I wasn't even sure if you knew my name, but your smile made it not matter. Anyways, one day I didn't smile at you, or even look up. But you stopped me and asked.

'Hey what's up, you didn't smile.'

I shrugged and let out a smile, too nervous to talk."

Cassidy always did that, when he got nervous he'd shrug as if he was doing it obliviously and gave me a half smile. I found it quite endearing.

"That day after school I had asked Dickie how to get a girlfriend, he laughed in my face. He told me to be a man either fuck her and ditch her or let her come to me. I ignored Dickie and spent hours pining away try to think of how to ask you out.

So one day I waited for you, leaning against the gym doors. I was shaking, and I was sweating. I was so nervous; wondering if you'd stop.

I saw you look around for me, and I called out for you.

"Hey Carrie."

"Hi," You said sticking out your pouty lips.

I rolled my eyes, I had almost forgotten this was about Carrie, I wanted to puke on her shoes.

" I was wondering, If maybe I could have your number."

You paused, I remember. Then the warning bell rang and you reached out and grabbed my hand. You smiled and wrote your number on my hand.

555-0817

"Is that a one?" I asked, because my palms were already sweating starting to smudge the number.

"It's a seven."
I nodded.

"Remember it's a seven."

I called you later that night,Carrie; I was going to use some lame line about school. But your mom said you weren't home. Lies, you were. I heard Madison talking to Shelley about it a few days later, how you ignored my call. "

Bitch. I muttered. But was I a hypocrite? I didn't notice Cassidy until he came up to me.

"In the hallway, you didn't smile, you didn't even look my way. Oh Carrie, how I wanted to talk to you. A day later I got a note in my locker.

'If you don't hate me, meet me at the park. Tonight 8:30.'

I knew it was from you Carrie, I knew you're handwriting. I waited all day for school to let out, and the evening to pass by. It was eight and I was jumpy. I had changed my outfit, three times and used some of Dickie's cologne. I walk to the park and you were there, sitting on the swings. I walked behind you and began to push you. You laughed, and smiled at me. You stopped the swing, and turned your body around still holding the metal chains. You leaned back and placed your lips on mine.

Your lips tasted like Cherry lip gloss and your mouth like peppermint gum. The kiss was over almost as soon as it had began; but with that poisoned cherry and peppermint kiss you changed my life for the rest of that year.

Thank You Carrie."

I heard my mom walking down the hallway, trying to be quiet to listen in. I need earphones; something made me want to follow the map.

"Thank You for giving me my first kiss. But then you had to say I tried to touch your bra, that I kissed you and you couldn't get me off. I was a freshman, having his first high school crush and you manipulated that. Why did you lie? Did Maddie find out, so you made up a lie? Well Carrie, that was the talk of the school for months. Someone besides my brother had beat me up that day; who knew that one kiss could so much?"

He coughed.

"Well now, listen to that. It's almost time to turn the tape. Wonder whose next?"

I reached out my finger to hit stop.

"Hey Carrie, don't stop listening just yet. How knows where you'll pop up next?"

I waited for more, but nothing else came. Just static signaling Carrie's part was done.