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Four weeks into the school year and my
sister and I hadn't even spoken in class. Thank goodness it was the
only time I saw her during the day. We had no other
classes together not even lunch. I was happy about it and I
think she feels the same. I was really hoping she wouldn’t speak to
me at all in class or embarrass me in front of my friends
or potential cute boyfriends either,
because I wouldn't stand for that.

It was Wednesday morning, our
Art teacher gave us our assignment and as usual the radio went
on and we could talk. The two really cute guys that sat at the
front of the class controlled the radio. No one else cared or ever
said anything to them because they were the super
cool guys of the school. They made sure the music was
good, I had no complaints. It was a ritual, teacher gave
assignment, radio’s turned on, the two cute guys sat at the front
of the room where the teacher normally would and they could screw
around and leave class. Sometimes they didn't even show up,
however, no one else could get away with any of that. 

This particular day a report came on
“A girl was found dead off of Route 77 and even though she
wasn't in or near a vehicle when they found her, her injuries were
consistent with that of a vehicle that had rolled several times. An
abandoned car was also found near the scene of the crime, the
vehicle was left with the keys in it and the owner nowhere to be
found. Investigators believe the owner of the car stopped to help
and was a witness to the accident. The police are still
investigating whether the disappearance and the death are
connected.”

Nic said loudly “Oh my Gosh, that's what you
saw!” Several people in the class heard her and looked right at us.
I shrugged my shoulders, made a goofy face like I had no clue what
she was talking about and everyone went about their business. I
looked at Nic dumbfounded “What? ...shhhh…”

“The last dream you wrote down! I read,
signed and dated it on Monday!” I put my backpack on my chair and
shuffled through my papers until I found my journals, I found the
newest one and reviewed the details. I actually didn't have to read
it, I remembered, but I wanted to see if what I wrote down was the
same as I had remembered.

“We'll have to investigate all these facts
and see how accurate your dream was!” Nic sounded excited. “Come
over after school so we can start right away!” Nic started writing
down a list of all the things we should check, number one on her
list
'Drive down 77 to see where the accident occurred.'

We had Peyton drive us down 77 that
afternoon; it was nice because she never asked a lot of questions
so we just told her we wanted to investigate. It was hard to tell
from the road where anything happened, but I knew the spot so I
pointed where to pull over. We got out of the car and looked over
the area. Nic pointed “You can totally tell something rolled into
the grass, right there.” She had a smile on her face, both of us
were flabbergasted.

“Now what?” I asked.

“I don't know – do you remember what the
driver of the truck looked like?”

“No”

“Do you remember if it was a boy or
girl?”

“It was a guy driving and a girl passenger, a
girl with long brown hair.”

“Well that's a clue.” She wrote it down.
“I'll write down all our findings, anything you remember or
anything we find. Do you remember what kind of truck it was?”

“You mean besides a pickup truck? No, it was
plain and dark in color.”

“I thought you said it was white.”

“It was white in my dream because it was the
main subject and when I was driving it but when it rolled it was
dark, like navy blue, keep in mind it was a dream…. now what?”

She kept writing down more notes, probably
something like ‘Addie’s lost it, she’s Looney Tunes.’ I started
walking around the matted down grass to see if there was anything
left behind but there wasn't.

That following Monday in Art was
quiet; everyone was working on their projects listening to the
radio as usual. I looked up to glance around and caught notice of
the twins. We had actual identical twins in our class and they
sat together and they did look exactly alike. Both had this
perfect red curly hair and freckles, very cute. My sister and I
never sat together. Why chance it? She and her best friend sat next
to the twins. I looked down at my paper and started drawing
again, and BANG! I almost jumped out of my skin. A stool was
pushed over by one of the twins.

The next thing we knew a cat fight broke
out. The twins were hissing and screaming at each other right in
front of everyone! The entire class went silent; I was in awe
that they were actually fighting like that in public. They
were both standing, one of them started swinging. That's when
the teacher got involved, a couple of slaps and it got very loud -
- the teacher had to yell to get them to stop - - and he told them
one more outbreak like that and they’ll get detention! They were
lucky Mr. Walker was a very laid back guy who didn’t like
confrontations…

My sister and I exchanged glances from across
the room and we both shook our heads. We both knew it meant we
would never fight like that again. When the fight was over and
everyone had settled back down Tori came over to me and said, “They
looked bad didn’t they?” I shook my head. “Do we look like that?”
Tori asked. 

“I don't know and I don't want to
know, let's just never fight like that again.” We
both agreed. I felt like we became instant best
friends at that moment. Between this and my other incident we just
kept getting closer, nothing like pure chaos to form a bond.

She sat back down and in that same moment we
made eye contact and a new pact for life had been made between
us. My sister's smile turned into a surprised look and she
pointed her finger toward my right. I turned to
see one of the gorgeous guys walking toward me.

He started talking to me “Can you believe
those two fighting like that?”

“Of course not,” I said, giving my
sister a glance and a smile. I looked back at Cale, he was looking
right back at me. “How embarrassing...” I commented.

“Isn’t that your sister over
there?” Cale asked thumbing over his shoulder pointing in
her direction.

I lost my smile and took a deep breath and
exhaled “Yes it is. Do you want me to introduce you?” He
interrupted before I got my last words out “No, no, no, I came over
to talk to you. You two are nothing but nice to each other,
it's very nice to see. Are you twins?”

I could have choked, I said “Yes” –
because my sister and I are now buds. I looked at her and
winked, she just smiled and raised her eyebrows at me a couple
of times.

I can't believe this boy was talking to
me, well a boy wasn’t a good description for him, he was more like
a God. He was gorgeous, beautiful, mature and cool! His hair was
light brown, shoulder length and a little wavy, fine but lots of
it. His hair was so nice and looked so soft I just wanted
to run my hand through it. He was tall, I think six foot,
plus, he wore Frye boots. I love a guy in boots, almost any
kind; cowboy, Frye, construction or other leather boots. They are
very masculine and sexy at the same time. He had soft grey eyes
with bits of gold that were easy to look at and a narrow face
(he also had a cute butt).

I introduced myself “My name is Addie,
what’s yours?” Yes, I knew his name but why should he think I ever
really noticed him or knew his name. He chuckled and said “You
don’t know my name?”

As my sarcasm escaped me again “No,
should I? I'm sorry” but then turned it into
sincerity.

“I guess not, my name is Cale Winters” he
said with a big smile that could just make you melt. His teeth
nearly perfect, making him totally adorable. I like a guy
with a nice smile and teeth.

“Nice to meet you” I replied and put my hand
out to shake hands. “What can I do for you Cale Winters?”

“Nothing” he retorted and asked me what
classes I had, what hobbies I liked, what sports I was into. Afraid
to tell him what sports I was into like golf and swim team, I told
him I wasn’t in any. Nic shot me a weird look.

He told me he was in a band and that he
managed a couple other bands too. He also mentioned that he was a
senior and played basketball, and he told me all sorts of other
stuff he liked to do. My hands were starting to sweat not knowing
what the heck he wanted.

When our conversation started to get a little
thin I repeated, “So what can I do for you today Cale Winters?”

“Wow you like calling me by my
first and last name, am I bothering you?” he asked and
laughed.

I laughed too, “Of course not, but it just
kinda seemed like you were on a mission and I thought I'd help you
get there quicker.”

“Well then let's get down to business.” I was
leaning on my desk but straightened up when he put both his hands
on my desk and leaned in a little. “I have been taking notice of
you since the first day of school and wanted to know if you were
dating anyone. If not, maybe we could go out sometime.”

I let a long pause linger, I was a little
shocked. I felt my face scrunched in a questionable
'really'
kind of look. My hands were clammy now – I
came up with a reply. “Well, if you can change the radio station to
101.9 I’ll think about it...”

He turned to look at the radio and then
looked back at me. I just never know when to shut up do I,
and Nic elbowed me like I just ruined everything. She
laughed and said “Yeah 1-0-1-9 is a great station.” In reality the
more nervous I get the more sarcastic I get and if he doesn’t like
it why bother dating me. He may as well know how I am up front.

Cale looked at me funny, spun around on his
heal hopped over the table one armed and then stood at the art
table near the radio and started chatting with Topher and they both
looked over then laughed a little to themselves, but he didn't
change it.

Nic and I started giggling softly as soon as
he sat down. I hope he didn’t see. “Nic, did you see that? He came
up to me, I mean right in front of me and it was
unmistakable that he came up to me! Did I say he came up
to me.......to talk to me?” I said in a whisper, she nudged me with
her elbow giving me a nod and we both giggled again. We decided
that he had a bet with Topher, to see who could collect the most
phone numbers in a week, or something ridiculous.

They always seemed bored and not
really into the class, I never saw any art projects that they
did either. Who cares though, it was nice having them in class.
From what Nic and I have heard, Topher
is the most popular guy in school. I could see why,
his friend Topher was also popular; he had blond wavy hair not
quite down to his shoulders. A great smile and the bluest eyes you
have ever seen, bluer than Tori's, not as tall as Cale though.
Possibly too pretty for me though.

When the song was over Cale looked over at me
did a half nod upward and changed the station. I was a little
surprised as he motioned for me to come by him with his
finger, his eyes just staring at me like he'd won something.
He wanted me to go in front of the class and talk to him,
my legs just became a little jello-like, I wish I could
send Nic or Tori for me. Tori was good with all boys,
knows how to talk to them, I should send her. I looked
at Nic and she nodded for me to go. I slid off my stool
and walked slowly toward him trying not to lose my balance or
trip over my own two feet in the process, attempting to look cool
at the same time; it's not as easy as you'd think. Nic said
“Don’t forget to breathe.” I shook my head and thought good
advice.

I looked up and he was still looking
right at me, I of course kept his gaze, I like
to look people in the eye. Trustworthy people always look you right
in the eye, my dad says. I made it to the table and hoped my
make-up and hair were okay, oops I don't wear make-up – note to
self - rethink wearing some make-up. I wasn’t a slob or anything
but never really cared about that stuff before, I was a
little worried now.

Cale immediately told me “I changed the radio
station. I think you owe me something...” and he smiled a sexy
crooked little smile at me, even better than the one before. “Well
as long as the radio station stays on this channel for the rest of
the class I think we have a deal.” Topher started laughing and said
“Boy you are tough.”

I replied “A girl’s gotta try.”

I turned to go back to my chair and Cale
caught me by my arm gently turning me toward him and said “You’re
not going anywhere, don’t you trust me? Where's the faith?” He
stared right into my eyes; most boys don't give you a steady stare
right in the eyes. I stared back, he was so nice to look
at. “I’ll keep the radio station on the rest of the class, you need
to trust me.” He said with more emphasis but then lightened up “A
deal is a deal, now you owe me your number.”

Oh, I wanted to cave, a gorgeous guy was
asking me out “
hello”
, and a deal was a deal....I
looked at Nic she kinda gave me a look to do it, to give
him my number. So I did, I quickly wrote my name and
number on his blank drawing pad, and went back to my desk. I could
feel my face flame, I'm sure it was a crimson red. I hope he
isn't looking at me now, I'm overheating.

As soon as I sat down he was right
at my desk, he startled me, I didn't even have time to breath,
he leaned on my desk and said “Can I ask you
something? Why did you write your name down?”

“I didn't want you to confuse my number with
all your other girlfriends.” I pointed to the paper and
said “That's A-D-D-I-E, I wrote pretty neatly, you
shouldn't have a problem reading it.” I smiled.

I could hear Topher chuckle in the
background. Nic's and my desks were up front near Cale and Topher’s
desks, well the teacher’s desk, as soon as you walked in the door
and straight back. The desks were formed in a “U” shape with a
grouping in the middle. We were at the end of the “U” furthest
from the door so no doubt Topher heard me.