Another chapter! I'm doing better; aren't you proud of me? Oh, and in case no one figured it out yet, the title for my story is based off of Avril Lavigne's song. I think the chorus is perfect for the way that Cynthia is feeling.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Jimmy. I think I'll go home and cry my heart out now.

Chapter 2: Cheater!

"So, can you tell us what's going on now?" Jimmy asked. "The girl we met said something about you cheating on your wife. Is that true?"

"Look, it's a really long story," James sighed. He turned to Cindy. "Cindy, why don't you go and watch TV or something?" he suggested. He didn't really want to bring her into this right now. She would probably just take the side of her older self. After all, she had always been pretty stubborn.

"Sounds good to me," she replied contently, to his surprise. He pointed her in the direction of the living room, and she was off.

The sofa was extremely comfortable, and there was a remote control sitting on the coffee table. It took her a few seconds to realize all her favorite shows had probably been canceled by now, but she decided to flip through the channels anyway to see what was on. As soon as she turned on the TV, a holographic image filled the room, making her feel like she was actually there with the actors. It was amazing.

James must've invented this, Cindy mused. She'd never seen anything like it before. And, thinking of James, she had to admit to herself that he was pretty gosh darn good looking. Whoever he was married to had to be pretty happy. Not that she would want to be married to him in a million years! No, she had to keep her dignity. Cute or not, he was still Jimmy Neutron.

Suddenly Cindy noticed something out of the corner of her eye. A picture frame was sitting on the coffee table, where the remote had been lying. She hadn't paid attention to it before, but now she picked it up with interest. The image to be seen was shocking, horrifying, and (although she would never admit it) somewhat pleasing at the same time.

No! her mind screamed. There's no way! No possible, stinking way!

In the meantime, Jimmy was following his older self into the mansion's kitchen. It was very big, which certainly matched the rest of the place, with an island in the middle and hunter green marble counter tops.

"Do you have any Purple Flurp?" Jimmy wondered aloud. Instantly a can of soda appeared on the counter in front of him. He gasped in surprise. "A smart kitchen! I've always wanted to try building one, but mom never lets me experiment with the rest of the house!"

James chuckled to himself. "That's one good thing about having your own place. But I can tell you all the things I've done with the house later. You wanted to know about the situation, right?" he asked, getting to the point. Jimmy nodded. "Well," he began. "Cynthia and I have been married for two years, and nothing has ever gone wrong until now. Betty—"

Jimmy's eyes widened, and he started choking on his Purple Flurp. "Stop—right—there!" he burst out. "Did you say, 'Cindy and I'?!"

"I thought you knew," James said with a confused frown. "Didn't you hear about it when you were hearing about the rumor?"

"Look, the girl said 'his wife,' not 'Cynthia Aurora Neutron!' Pukin' Pluto, are you kidding me?! This can't happen! I have a reputation to protect! I have my pride! I can't be married to that good-for-nothing, annoying jerk!"

"Hey, watch your mouth," James scolded. "Don't tell me you don't like her. You're what, eleven, right?" Jimmy nodded. "Then I know how you feel about her. I'm you. Or did you forget that?"

"I don't like Cindy," Jimmy said stubbornly through clenched teeth.

"Well, fine, don't admit to it," James replied. "But I know that, deep down inside, you must really be enjoying what I'm saying."

Jimmy glared at him, even though what James said was true. "Look, I've already gone through this before on Libby's birthday. Didn't I fix it, or did you lose your mind again?"

"I haven't lost my mind," James chuckled. "What you did was stop Libby from being an evil dictator, which in turn caused me to keep my intelligence, and kept Cynthia's mother from moving in with us. It also helped me get this mansion. But it in no way changed how I felt about Cynthia, or how I feel about her right now."

"There's got to be some way I can go back in time and stop this from happening!" Jimmy exclaimed in frustration.

"If you do, it will only make you miserable for the rest of your life," James said quietly. "Look, maybe you haven't seen Cynthia recently. Take a look at this." He pressed a button on his watch, and a hologram of the 20-year-old Cindy appeared.

Jimmy's mouth dropped open. That wasn't Cindy, that was a—a supermodel! "You must be kidding me."

James smiled. "Isn't she beautiful?" he agreed. "Now, do you want me to go on with my story about what happened?"

"Sure, go ahead," Jimmy said, still a little dazed. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be married to her after all, considering she looked like that.

"OK, like I was saying," James continued, "Cynthia and I have been married for two years, when suddenly Betty Quinlan decides that she's jealous of all the media attention we're getting. So, she spreads this rumor that she and I have been having an affair for quite some time behind Cynthia's back."

"And it's not true, right?" Jimmy asked hopefully, silently praying that he hadn't turned into that much of a jerk. How could he live with himself if it was true?

"No, it's not true," James confirmed. Jimmy breathed a sigh of relief. "I tried to tell Cynthia that, but she flew off the handle anyway and wouldn't listen to a word I said. She moved out around two months ago and is staying with Libby in her apartment. She doesn't understand how she's tearing me apart emotionally. I mean, I love her so much, and she's just killing me. I really don't know why she'd believe Betty over me. It doesn't make any sense at all." James heaved a sigh and held his head in his hands.

"So why did you choose Cindy if you could've had Betty?" Jimmy wanted to know, figuring that she was probably even more pretty than the older Cindy was.

"Why? Why did I choose Cynthia?" James repeated angrily. "You and I both know that Betty Quinlan was never the one for me! Sure, I fawned over her a little when I was around your age, but I've always loved Cynthia!"

"Gosh, calm down," Jimmy said, taken aback. He didn't think he would ever hear that coming out of his own mouth. Betty was gorgeous!

"Besides, Betty's had so much plastic surgery that it's not even funny," James frowned, "completely ruining any good looks that she once had. Do you think I'd want to spend the rest of my life with someone so"—he searched for the right word—"fake?"

Before Jimmy had time to think about this, Cindy came storming into the room. "How could you?" she demanded, eyes filled with tears. "You—you—cheater!"

James eyes widened. "Oh, no, not you too!" he exclaimed in despair. This couldn't be happening! He just lost any chance of getting Cynthia back, that was for certain.

"I can't believe this. Forget you. Forget both of you." Cindy spun on her heel and marched off.

"Well, aren't you going to do something!" Jimmy exclaimed. If James loved Cynthia that much, surely he wouldn't just sit back and relax.

"There's nothing we can do," James told him hopelessly. "I've already tried."

"So you're just going to sit back and watch her go?" Jimmy asked in disbelief. "Don't you even care?"

"Look, I care more than you know. But it's no use. Cynthia didn't believe me; Cindy won't either," James replied. "What's done is done."

"Well, if you won't go after her, I will," Jimmy declared indignantly. "Do you know where she went?"

James sighed. "Libby's house," he answered. "I'll take you."