Chapter 2
I woke up suddenly, looking around and noticing that it was Study Hall. The pain residing from my chest, I fought the urge to vomit right then and there.
But without success. I did vomit. And I vomited all over who was in front of me.
Which just so happened to be Betty Quinlan, which isn't so bad, but still...
"Miss Vortex!" gasped my teacher, Mr. Fowel. Yes, similar name to Ms. Fowl, but no relation. Anyway, after he noticed that I had blown chunks over Betty, he waved me over to ther front of the class before shoving me out the door.
"Go to the nurse's office, quickly! I'll have Miss Folfax take your stuff to you later!"
And he shut the door. Wait, let's rephrase that, he slammed the door. But he opened it again, only to usher a fuming Betty out the door.
"Miss Quinlan, Miss Vortex, please head to the nurse's office immediately."
And we did.
"Open your mouth, hun, real wide," muttered Mrs. Walter, the nurse. And then she stuck this wooden popsicle thing into my mouth, making me gag.
"Well, you seem fine, but maybe you should stay home for a day to be sure, okay?"
Then she turned to Betty, who just so happened to be wearing some clothes from the lost and found, but that was doing nothing to cloak the awful smell of regurgitated school pizza.
"I hate you," mouthed Betty, obviously meaning that she hated me. I rolled my eyes and clutched my stomach in mock sickness.
"Can I go home now, Mrs. Walter? I don't feel so good..."
She looked at me knowingly before walking over to the door that adjoined the nurse's office with the main office.
"I'm sending Cynthia Vortex home, she's sick!" she yelled to Mrs. Bell, the secretary. Mrs. Bell nodded before typing away at her iMac.
Mrs. Walter walked back, gave Betty a disapproving sniff (who wouldn't? She smells like puke!) and pushed me out of the door.
"I'll have Mrs. Bell call your mom tonight about this, alright?"
I nodded and started trudging away; Mrs. Walter knew that my house was only a block away from Retroville High School, so she had no problem sending me off.
But who said I was going back home?
I had gone to Jimmy's lab, which had surprisingly evolved over the years. He now had 3 security measures for getting in. But it was no problem for me, he had programmed everything needed into VOX even before we started going out. Stage one was the old one, the DNA scan. Stage two was a little bit more complicated, it was a retinal scanner. Stage three was the easiest, which is odd, since it was the last security stage. It was just a password.
And that was the thing I really needed, because although Jimmy had programmed my DNA, and my retinas into VOX, he had never told me the password.
After I got past the first two stages, I got ready for the ultimate showdown. Let's see if I can guess what my boyfriend put for the password.
Input Password:
I thought for a moment before typing in my guess.
Input Password: jimmyboygenius
Bright red letters flashed in front of my face, causing me to sigh in exasperation.
ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED
I thought again as the red letters disappeared and the password page reappeared.
Input Password: cindyvortex
Again, the monitor was filled with ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED
After that had disappeared a moment later, I thought even harder. What was the last thing anyone would guess?
Input Password: cindyneutron
And this time, instead of many red words, the monitor was filled with green words.
ACCESS GRANTED ACCESS GRANTED ACCESS GRANTED ACCESS GRANTED ACCESS GRANTED
I smirked, realizing what a romantic Jimmy was.
I stepped out of the high tech elevator quickly to rush over to the main computer, booting it up and then typing in 'premonitions' on Google.
Okay, not the most reliable source, but you've got to admit, it was the easiest.
Anyway, a whole bunch of results came up, but I clicked the first one and got a page that had something to do with comics. The second link I clicked brought me to the homepage of this new age store, but by the fifth link, I had hit jackpot.
The fifth link brought me to a site some woman named Joanne O'Connor had made. But it seemed legitimate enough for me to keep poking around.
But footsteps coming from the elevator area brought me back to reality.
It was Jimmy, and he was kind of mad at me for my behavior from earlier.
"What are you doing here? How'd you get in anyway, I never told you the password!"
I stood up, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
"You didn't have to," I whispered before pulling him into a heated embrace. Seconds, minutes, flew by as we kissed, me holding tightly onto his shirt, him holding tightly to my waist.
"You're so sweet, James, I'd never have guessed that it was 'cindyneutron'!"
Jimmy had barely enough time to reel his lips back in as his eyes snapped open. "D-Did you just call me James?"
"So?" I asked coyly, biting my bottom lip for full effect. "Why do we need names anyway?"
And with that I practically threw Jimmy on the ratty old couch, jumping on top of him as soon as he had landed.
"To what do I owe this pleasure to?" he asked delightedly.
I smiled before answering in a purr. "Let's call this an apology."