Chapter 3, please enjoy!!

Gwen's POV

History was so boring I actually fell asleep. This was nowhere near how tired I was during the Awake-a-thon on TDI, but it was pretty damn close. My eyelids kept falling shut, fluttering open, and the process repeated itself. Finally I let it consume my mind…

I dreamed. In that short amount of slumber, I dreamed of Trent. He was playing me a song on his guitar while we sat beneath a swarm of stars, the moon a mere sliver above us, the night still like a painting on a canvas. I could even hear his soft, entrancing voice… soothing… rhythmic…

In that second a bright flash made me look over my shoulder. A small sphere of blinding light was hovering there off the ground. For a split second, I thought it was a minimized sun come to Earth.

Turning back to Trent, he was nowhere to be seen. He was gone.

"Trent?" I said, looking around for him.

The moment I glanced back at the brightness again, I saw a figure standing in the way of the light. The background was so bright that I couldn't see them clearly. But as they got closer, I made out a head of untidy bronze hair, a gangly body, and two curious eyes blue as ocean waves.

"Cody?" I croaked deliriously.

He smiled his gapped smile, which was unbelievably cute for a guy with a missing tooth, and reached out a hand to me. "Gwen?" he said in a strange alluring voice.

Yeah, like I was gonna touch his grimy hand…

"Gwen?" he repeated.

That's when something prodded me sharply on the forehead.

"Huh? What?" I sat up straight in my chair. The whole class was staring at me.

Again.

Mrs. Kinder didn't appear cheerful, "Madam, I'm afraid it's quite rude to sleep in the middle of class, hmm?"

"S-sorry," I mumbled half-heartedly.

Once I shook that off, I looked at Cody, who was studying me carefully.

"Dude, you must be tired," he hissed. "She tried making Sharon blow her trumpet to wake you up, but even that didn't work! And seriously, Sharon sucks at the trumpet…"

"How long did I sleep?" I muttered.

Missy spoke this time, "About twenty minutes."

"Wow…" I put a hand to my forehead. Did I honestly just dream of Cody? Am I insane? Am I going insane? "What did I miss?"

"A half-page of notes," Cody told me.

"Ugh…"

"Hey, don't sweat it." He gave a nonchalant wave of his hand. "I'll give you my notes as soon as I'm done with them, okay?"

Say no! You can always get the notes from Missy. "Uh, no thanks… I'll get them from Missy." Yes! Nice work, girl!

Cody looked confused at first, but he shrugged, "All right, that works too."

Missy slid her notebook to me, and as I was starting to copy her notes, I unconsciously glanced at Cody.

He was sitting now with his hands in his pockets, a cool yet melancholy expression on his face. I wasn't sure, but he almost looked offended. Even after he noticed me staring, I didn't look away.

He smiled slightly, "Hi."

"Oh, fu-- hi…? Why are we saying hi?"

"I don't know," he said.

I found myself smiling. But before I could say anything else, the bell rang. Thank you, God!

I stood up so fast I nearly tripped. Grabbing my notebook and pencil bag, I hurried out the door before anyone (CODY, cough, cough!) could talk to me.

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"Could this line be any slower?" Missy was complaining beside me while we waited in the lunch line. Our math class happened to be extremely noisy, so we were kept a few minutes late, allowing the rest of the senior classes to get ahead of us. Missy and I stood near the back of the line, hungry and irritable.

So far I have one class with Pretty Boy, a.k.a. Justin (HA! Surprised you, didn't I?), and all my morning classes with Missy, which isn't bad or anything. She's nice, and I found out she isn't a cheerleader.

She's on the dance team.

"So, Gwen," Missy said.

I glanced at her, "What?"

"Do you think anyone is cute yet?"

I bit my lip nervously. I wasn't about to tell her about that dream I had in history. It was A) creepy, B) creepier, and C) THE creepiest dream I'd had in a long time.

It can't quite top the one I once had about Seth Green and the magic rutabaga…

"No one, I guess," I lied. No, wait, I didn't lie… because it's true! I didn't think anyone was cute! …Right?

"Oh, come on, yeah you do! Everyone does!" she urged. "Please tell me? I won't tell a soul, I promise!"

"There's nothing to tell. I don't think anyone here is cute, and that's that."

"Well, fine, I'll tell you who I think is cute. There's a couple of guys, actually,"

I rolled my eyes. I'd listen, but I wouldn't like it. Then again, I did owe her for becoming my first friend here. "Fire away," I said.

"Okay: first, there's this guy named Justin…"

Surprise, surprise…

"…I think he was on Drama Island with you, am I right?"

I could only nod.

"Yeah, okay. He's EXTREMELY hot! I mean, like, drop-dead gorgeous…"

More like 'drop-dead gag-me' shallow.

"…and then there's Wes Altaire, the blond guy in our Trig class who's a really good singer. Did you know he has a twin brother?"

"Get outta here," I droned.

"No, seriously! His twin's name is Wilson! But they don't look that much alike though. Willy has brown hair and Wes is blond, but they have the same face, you know what I mean?"

Again, I nodded.

"Well, anyway… And of course, there's Cody…" She took a moment to sigh. "He's adorable! I mean, his face is, like, perfect! And he's all thin and stuff and… OMG, his eyes are to die for!"

I'd noticed that…

"And he-- dude, you're blushing!"

I practically jumped back in alarm for two reasons: one was the way she screamed that when she was right next to my ear and two was because I hadn't anticipated my reaction. Come to think of it, I could feel my cheeks burning.

"You like him, don't you!?" she cried.

I quickly glanced around to make sure no one heard her (I highly doubt that anyone within a ten-foot radius hadn't heard her) before I replied, "No way, Miss. I told you, I don't like anyone here."

"You have to! There's always someone! Everyone has someone."

I was about to deny this when I saw Cody walking past me with his lunch tray. He smiled that gapped smile at me and said, "Hey, Gwen." I waved back to him as he went on his way to some table at the back of the room swarming with other guys.

And a few girls.

I was surprised at how much that bothered me. What the hell is going on? What's wrong with me? And in the second I expected an answer from my subconscious, I realized I didn't have even the slightest idea.

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Dun dun dunnnn!!