A/N: I think I'm beginning to embrace a flowery writing style without making it sound like purple prose. Hooray for progress.

I really should be doing my homework right now but, instead, I'm giving you guys another chapter of "See Us Run."

TIME TRAVEL UNDONE

Jen had been overworking herself all week, bothering herself with any task, be it large or insignificant. Working overtime at the Penalty Box. Already thinking of her campaign for senior class president. Making sure the house was clean every second she spent there.

Organizing the living room. Organizing Courtney's room (which was frequently empty due to the long nights out spent with her friends). Organizing her own bedroom, which was always spotless.

Organizing everything except her thoughts, which were scattered and cluttering her mind—the mind she wouldn't allow Nikki to enter for the time being; she didn't want Nikki to know she was in such a state of disarray.

She hoped distracting her mind would send the unwelcome thoughts of him away, but even she realized it was foolish. Now she was just out of energy and thinking of him nonstop.

She sat on her bed, taking a moment to breathe. She needed to regain control of her mind, and she couldn't do it without letting the thoughts of him run rampant. (She had to think off her two feet before properly landing on them again.) Even though Travis had been such a brief chapter in her life, she was so attached to him.

God, she was a mess.

On all the dates Caitlin arranged for her post-breakup, all she could think about was Travis. She thought of what could be, of what would never be.

She'd thought she had been falling in love with him, but they didn't stay together long enough for her to truly know.

Maybe they were just a couple of star-crossed teenagers, never meant to be anything more than that. They liked each other a lot and formed a relationship, but life became too demanding for him. His budding career had taken precedence and he had started to move up in the world while she had remained idle, waiting for him to return. When he did, that's when things changed. That's when she realized he was a fast-growing sapling while she was still an embryo, not yet flourishing in the jungle called the sports world.

She grew tired of reminiscing on what was and what could have been. What she wanted was her peace of mind.

Yes, she missed the way he called her Jenny—because no one else did and if they did, it wouldn't sound the same—and, yes, she missed his affection, but this heartbreak of hers was an inconvenience.

She wanted to be over him. She wanted the freedom to pursue her dreams without thinking about him.

She shut her eyes, realizing her mind was almost clear.

She opened them, and they focused on a snowboarding poster above her. Towering against a vibrant blue sky, the mountain was covered in blankets of white, only disturbed by a girl riding on her snowboard. That girl could be her. That girl would be her.

She didn't need heartbreak anymore. She needed a resolution.

Reaching towards her nightstand, she grabbed her cellphone, ready for this burial to happen. Ready for this burial to happen so it could grant her a little bit of life.

Dialing the telephone number, she was fully prepared to hear one of two things: her name or his voicemail.

The ringing was endless, happening for eons. She prepared herself for the inevitable leave-a-message-after-the-beep moment. He was always too busy to contact anyway. The final ring sounded, and she already had her message in mind.

"Jenny?"

Never mind.