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A/N: Hello All! This is your valiant...uhh...what exactly am I? Am I the fabulously valiant and wonderfully talented introductor of chapters? I suppose that's what I am...I guess I'll need Miss Leia's sign of approval on that...ANYWAY! So you're probably going to all hate me when I tell you this, but it's not even necessary that I tell you. So why would I tell you if I don't need to and have everyone get mad at me you ask? Well, I do not like it when readers are all left in the dark. Because that's sad. So I want to be the flipper of the light switch into the 'on' position of your darkness. IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE AT ALL TO YOU! Ok so the thing I was going to tell you was that-I could have posted this chapter, like 5 days ago. That's about how long it has been sitting in my inbox. So I am oh so very berry sorry I didn't post it for you sooner!! I hope you're not too mad at me! Anyways, Miss Leia greatly appreciates all of the lovely reviews for the last chapter, and hopes you'll review again this chapter! -Nicoley
CHAPTER 3
"Because Nick's been here the whole time." Cindy sat in nervous silence, looking around the room.
"You're drunk," Cindy finally stated. "I don't see him anywhere."
"No, it's true Cin. He's been dancing down there the whole time," Betty responded, pointing to the mass of people in front of the stereo. Cindy looked down at the floor, wringing her hands nervously.
"Maybe it's someone who looks like him?" Cindy said timidly. "He and I were definitely out tonight, there's no way he could have been here. I mean really, how could he be in two places at once?" Betty and Brittany exchanged doubtful looks.
"Whatever Cin," Betty sighed. "If you don't want to tell us, your best friends, what you were really doing tonight, I guess that's up to you." Cindy could have smacked her. She hated when her friends started playing the guilt card. She sighed heavily.
"Ok, the truth is…I was really out with my mom…doing some, uh, shopping. And, I knew you guys would think it was lame, so, uh, I made up the story about Nick," Cindy explained, hoping her friends would buy it.
"Cindy! We're you're friends. If your mom drags you shopping with her you can tell us, you don't have to lie to us," Betty said, resting a hand on her shoulder. She bought the story. Cindy sighed with relief.
"Thanks," she said. "I'd better get going."
"You just got here," Brittany said, sipping another drink. "Stay."
"No, I really have to get some stuff done around the house." Cindy stood up and waved to her friends. "I'll call you guys later tonight. See ya." She walked out of the house and on to the street, glad for a breath of fresh air. She looked down at the sidewalk, studying the cracks in it when something hit her hard.
"Oww," she groaned, standing up. She looked up into the blue eyes of the local boy genius.
"Jimmy!" she said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"Heading to the party. But judging by how soon you came out of there, I'm starting to second-guess that decision." He smiled and offered her his hand to help her up.
"Yeah well, my story didn't exactly work out in there," Cindy replied, brushing her clothes off. "Apparently Nick's been there the whole time."
"Ouch," Jimmy replied. "Did you have a back-up story?"
"Shopping with my mom," Cindy said, rolling her eyes. "Brittany was too drunk to care, and Betty's too stupid to know any differently."
"Why don't you just tell them? I mean if they're really your friends, they'd understand." Cindy sighed and shook her head.
"That's the thing though, they're not really my friends."
"So, why hang out with them? I mean, Libby was your best friend, and you ditched her to be with these girls?" Cindy looked around the street.
"Jimmy, can we go somewhere where nobody can see us?"
"Well, my parents still haven't come home. I guess we can go back to my house. Why?"
"I think it's time I explained myself," she answered, grabbing his hand and heading to his house.
