Ok, all, I'm back with Chapter 3!!!!! I'm sorry if the story is moving really slowly, but it's gonna get good soon enough. I'll stop talking now, since you probably just want me to get on with the story.

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The Dream

I heard the bell ring, but I couldn't get up. Libby walked back to me and tried to get me up.

"C'mon, Cin. Get up. We need to get to our next class." She pulled gently.

"I'll get to my next class when I get there. And, please, don't call me Cin." I replied. She pulled harder. Sheen walked up.

"C'mon Cindy. We've gotta go!" He reached for my arm when I stopped him.

"Touch me, you die. If you value your life, you'll leave me alone. Any questions?" I asked sarcastically.

Libby let go of me instantly and walked away, dragging Sheen with her. They weren't annoying me that bad, but they just didn't get it. They didn't lose the only person they've ever truly loved. I cussed at myself as Mrs. Smith walked back towards me. I should've gone with Libby and Sheen, now I had to talk to a teacher about my 'problem.'

"Hey Cindy. Why are you still in the classroom?" She asked in that oh-so-fake sweet voice of her's.

"I have a migraine." I lied, quietly.

"Well, then go to the nurse. I'll send a note to Mr. Samuell to excuse you from next period." She got up, then stopped, noticing that there was some gum underneath Jimmy's desk. Being the obsessive compulsive that she was, she reached down to scrap it off with her nail file.

"Don't!" I yelled. She turned to look at me with concern. It wasn't real concern though.

"What?"

"I said, don't. Jimmy's still there." She looked at his empty desk, then back to me.

"You should really get to the nurse dear, you're hillucinating." I just sighed and stood up.

Just go along with it, she'll leave you alone, I thought. Since I was going to be excused from my next period class, I decided that I would go outside for some fresh air.

It was raining. No, more than rain, more than a storm. It was a downpour of all the pain, emotional and physical, that he felt that night. And it reflected my mood. Like a gigantic mood ring. I sat on the steps to the school, and, since there was no roof over my head, I was drenched. I stood up, listening to the thunder, and watching the lightning crackle.

I walked down the steps and out onto the playground. I looked straight up as if waiting for him to take me with him. No such luck. I heard thunder and fell to the ground, unconcious.

I sat up in a dark movie theater. The movie that was playing on the screen was one I didn't recognize, until I saw Nick sitting next to me. Then I realized it was the first movie I had ever saw on a date with someone, although I couldn't remember the name. I looked down at Nick's hand on mine, and started to pull away. He wouldn't let me though, even as I struggled harder and harder. Why I didn't defend myself with my karate skills, I don't know. Then, I looked into his face and saw Jimmy there. I stopped and moved closer. He put his hand on my cheek, and we leaned in. Then, a millisecond away from kissing me, he was replaced by Nick. I gasped and tried to get away. When I stood up, he grabbed my butt. I ran. I ran until I found myself at his lab. I opened the door and walked in. He was sitting on his beat-up couch, and he was half-asleep. His eyes were closed, so I walked over to where he sat and and pulled him into a kiss. One that was just as passionate as when I kissed him that unforgettable night. He wrapped his arms around me, and we were in a full make out session. But just as quickly as it had started, it was over and I was dropped right in the middle of the road on a dark, snowy night. I heard car tires screeching, and ran ahead to see a car that had lost contol and crashed into a tree. I ran, knowing who was in the car. When I got there, it wasn't the genius's blue eyes that stared out into space. It was mine. And they were staring at Jimmy.

"Cindy!!!!!!!" He ran over to the me that was in the car and started crying.

"Hey, Jimmy." Me (in the car) said nonchalantly.

"Oh, Cindy. How could this happen?" He grabbed both of my hands and shook them gently.

"You can't leave, not now." He whimpered. A tear escaped my eyes as I watched.

"I'll see you in Heaven, sweetie." I said, then my eyes closed a little more.

"No, Cindy. You're not going to Heaven, you're staying here with me." He said, his blue eyes filled with terror.

"You're right, I'm going to Hell." I leaned my head back against the head rest. Then I looked back at him. "Has anybody ever told you that you've got the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes? They're sexy."

I coughed up some blood. "No, you're the first one to tell me that. Your eyes, they're just like two beautiful, flawlees emeralds shining so bright that they burn a hole through you're head when they stare at you. But I like that." Jimmy said, trying hard not to start crying again.

"Thanks. I love you, James." My eyes closed, and my head fell limply on my shoulders.

He kissed me. He kissed me for a long time. Then he whispered, "I love you, too, Cin."

I was ripped out of the dream quickly. I woke up in the playground, and it was still raining, just as hard. I lied still for a second, then got up, and went into the schoolo building. The clock in the hallway said it had been at least an hour since I had left Mr. Smith's classroom. I went into the girl's bathroom and waited until the final bell had rang to meet Libby in the hallway.

When she saw me, she just took her usual place next to me as we walked and stared straight ahead. I knew she was afraid to say anything. So I did.

"Hey, Libbs. Uh, what's up?" I tried my best to look happy to see her, but I could tell it wasn't working.

"Nothing." She replied, still looking straight ahead of her.

"I'm sorry." She turned to look at me. "I shouldn't have went off on you guys like that, but, you gotta give me a break. You know how much I liked...him, and I'm having trouble getting over his death. Heck, at the rate I'm going, I probably won't even remember who is when I finally do."

She smiled at these last words and said, "Well, I can fogive you. I kinda know how you feel, but then again I'm not the one who lost the person that was most important to me in my life."

She looked at the floor as I opened my locker. Her's was at the other end of the hallway, but she waited for me, like she thought I needed to be watched at all times.

"It's ok, Libs. I'm ok. Go to your locker, and we'll meet at the front doors."

"Alright. But Cindy, why are you soaked?" She asked.

I told her that one of the toilets in the girl's bathroom was clogged up. She believed me.

"Now go. I'll meet you in a second." She reluctantly walked down the hallway, looking at me every now and then. When she was out of sight, I rung my hoodie out. I looked at the pictures that hung in my locker. One was of me and Libby on the last day of school last year. We both had on a necklace that said BFF on it, and we were making silly faces for the camera. Jimmy had taken that picture, as anyone who knew where we sat in science class could tell. The next picture was Libby's school picture. She had her hair in braids and she was wearing a blue shirt that went with her brown eyes almost perfectly, as perfect as blue and brown could look together. She had on her sweet smile and looked as if that day was the best day of her life. The next picture was of Sheen and Libby, and the next was of me, Libby, and Brittany at the Candy Bar with ice cream all over our faces.

But the last picture that I looked at, burned itself into my brain. It was a picture of Jimmy and I, holding up his robotic pet dog Goddard. I had a look on my face as if I had just accomplished the impossible. Jimmy looked over at me out of the corner of his eyes as if to stare at me without anyone knowing. Too late, it was already caught on camera, and I was going to keep it forever. We had just fixed Goddard, Jimmy had actually let me help. He couldn't fix him by himself, and he had said himself that I was the only person he could trust. I enjoyed every last second of working next to him. Looking at that picture, it was like he was still there with me. I can't describe it very well, but it was like I could feel his presence behind me everywhere. And everything reminded me of him.

R & R

Kristi