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Soda's POV.

I cringed at the sound of her voice. The same voice that made my heart smash. The same voice I was struggling to get out of my head for the past 7 months. I didn't know what to say so I just slowly turned around and knew exactly what to expect.

Her voice was bouncy, like always, and he blue eyes were like marbles. She didn't change much, but I still wasn't in the mood to forgive her anytime soon. "It is you!" That voice echoed through my mind and I tried hard to forget it already. Sara glanced over to me and then back to her. My mouth couldn't say the words I wanted to say to her.

But after my lips were able to move again I finally yelled, "Leave me alone, Sandy! I never wanted or want to see you again!"

Sara exchanged another strange look and knew she was missing something. "Oh, Soda. I missed you."

"If you missed me so much why the hell did you leave?!" I demanded. My voice was beginning to get furious and I could feel my ears turn blood red.

"I already explained that to you!" Sandy replied, getting angry herself. I began to turn around and grabbed Sara by the wrist.

"Come on, lets get out of here," I whispered in her ear. Sara agreed by still looked confused. "I'll explain later," I added.

"Soda, wait! Couldn't you just come here for a minute?" Sandy asked politely, trying to lure me in with just the sound of her bubbly voice.

"Go," Sara said to me. "You said it yourself. You'll explain later." She didn't sound mad, just curious.

I hesitated and started walking towards Sandy. When I finally got to her she examined me. "You haven't changed much," she said. She was only trying to warm me up.

"What do you want?" I asked once again. Who knows what she wanted. This girl has been nothing but a bad rollercoaster ride. Except your just getting over the pain, then you decide to hop back on again. I wasn't planning on getting back on, ever.

"Well.. you know." Her voice trailed off and I looked over at Sara staring down at her shoes.

"No, I don't know."

"I got your letters."

I gave her a dirty look and said, "I got no reply."

"I know. But my parents moved to Flordia after I had my baby and they never gave me the letters until a few weeks ago. I would of wrote back, I just didn't have ti-"

I broke her off and I was pretty happy about it. "Save it. I don't need your crap right now." I turned around and I wasn't about to turn back around to see her face one more time.

"Soda! Don't do this to me!" Sandy called after me.

"Think about what your going to do before you do it!" I yelled back grabbing Sara by the wrist once again and running out of the front entrance.

I ran all the way to the truck where I jumped in the driver's seat so I could let some of my fumes out. Sara hopped in next to me and asked the question I was dreading, "Who was that?"

I sighed and started up the engine. By then I was ready to pour my heart out once more. "My ex, Sandy."

"When did you go out with her?" Sara questioned while putting her seatbelt on. She needed her seatbelt on at this time because I was going to drive pretty fast.

"A few months ago. Before Dally and Johnny died." I began. "But now I actually know how bad she really is. Steve tried to tell me that she wasn't all there, but I didn't believe him." I hit the steering wheel. "I wish I did. It would of saved a lot of trouble," I explained. I was getting mad again and I knew I had to contain myself. I finished telling the story and Sara never missed a word.

"How come I never knew any of this? I thought you know you could tell me anything."

"I was going to tell you at some point or another. I was trying to get her our of my mind."

"Reminds me of my past," Sara said under her breath. I didn't bother to ask any question so I just kept driving.

I smiled over at Sara and grabbed her hand. She was the only girl I could ever connect with. Now that I look back I don't know why I ever loved Sandy so much. It made my stomach hurt just to think about it. Well one things for sure, I wasn't go into town very much anymore.

"I'm surprised," I said after a long pause. Sara looked over at me and smiled.

"Why is that?" she asked.

"Because you never got mad. I couldn't think of any other girl who I could tell that story to and she wouldn't get upset or jealous. But you.. your different."

"Is different a good thing?" Sara was sounding a little offended.

"Nope. Its amazing."