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AN: This came to me out of nowhere.

Tears filled the corners of her eyes, and she looked down at the rushing waters, biting her lip. Never had anyone seen her like this before. Running out of pure shame and embarrassment? Been there, done that. But even then, she'd looked her best, full of what could be called confidence. Or at least confidence was regained three seconds later. But now, she was officially a mess. Like a coffee stain on a Rocawear purse, she was a mess that couldn't be cleaned up.

Mascara ran down her face, which was probably puffy from crying by now. Her hair lashed around her face in whips, only tamed by the gray hood she had on. Shivering in the Abercrombie hoody (which the others knew nothing about, thank goodness), she felt unexplainably ugly. Come on, she was standing there in her prom dress. She should've been dancing with her friends, celebrating the start of something new.

Her arms were folded in the too long sleeves; a useless protection against the chilling winds. Why was it so cold that night? Just earlier, it had been perfect. Well, not exactly.

A couple in the middle of the dance floor: how typical. It just so happened that the spotlight was on them, which just happened to be shaped like a heart: clichéd. The girl coincidentally was on the rebound from a certain boy in a leather jacket. By chance, the guy had been waiting for this moment since the moment he set eyes on her in seventh grade.
That's why she was standing there on the bridge. The only problem was she didn't know how she'd ended up there. All she could remember was running like there was no tomorrow. Even though she was wearing heels, she'd put every track star in history to shame.

"Claire, I just wanted to tell you something," he says, looking down at her smiling face. She looked back up at him, blue eyes sparkling. Anything would do right now to soothe the damage to her heart.

"Yes?" She sounded so hopeful, but her eyes said something else. Or was it the fact that she kept on glancing back at Cameron Fisher? He should've noticed that.

"I love you. I want to spend the rest of my…" He paused dramatically, getting on one knee. Claire's eyes widened, and she frantically nodded her head 'yes', before he could even finish.

He kept talking anyway. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

That was all the girl who'd been silently watching needed to hear. She immediately raced out of the gym doors, never once looking back.

Now, with her makeup and hair messed up, missing one shoe, and wearing a hoody that didn't match the fuchsia on her dress, she felt the weight of the world on her. No matter who she was with, she was ignored, like a background dancer in a music video. Nobody cared; they were too busy watching the star of the show.

The applause when he'd gotten down on his knee for Claire roared in her head, like crashing waves, or thunder. Only this was ten times more menacing. Physical scars healed, the pain eventually went away. But emotional scars stayed with you forever, ruining your life. Every waking moment, you'd feel the sting of an emotional scar, feeling the weight of your own heart on yourself with every passing day.

Life was going to suck.

And for a second, looking down at the peaceful river, she actually considered jumping. But, after all the time and money she'd spent for this day, jumping
off of the bridge was completely out of the question. After all, she couldn't jump for her life anyway. She'd just have to collect herself and smile at the wedding, while she held a bouquet, pretending to love her bridesmaid dress.

It was really going to suck.

"Alicia!" She turned around to see who'd been calling her, a mixture of confusion and embarrassment on her face. Couldn't they have waited until she had fixed herself up again? Or found her Miu Miu jacket?

"I saw you running and I followed you here. It sucks, doesn't it?"

The smell of Drakkar Noir overtook her, and she stepped away, coughing. There was nothing worse then when a boy who abused colognes, since they all smelled kind of like rubbing alcohol.

"Gawd, Cam, are you trying to choke me?" Alicia snapped, coughing again. She used the long sleeve to cover her nose, causing her hood to promptly fall off of her head. "And what're you smiling about? Claire's going to marry Josh!"

Cam just shrugged, smirking at her. "You know she's on the rebound." He sounded just like Derrick Harrington.

"Yes, because you're so irresistible that she would stay on the rebound for five years. She probably dreamed about you the whole time." She snorted, deciding not to mention that it was true. Claire had never stopped thinking about him since that day in seventh grade. And rumor had it, neither had that Nikki girl.

"Don't hate."

The two stood their in silence, just staring at the water. Turning to face him, she realized something:

He did so miss Claire.

It was pretty obvious, since he always was bad at concealing emotions. His eyes shined with the same hurt that hers did, and the same shock. Alicia even thought that she saw a couple of tears. Maybe it was just the wind?

It didn't matter that they were both miserable. They stood there, arms folded, shaking in the wind. Both enjoying the whoosh of the wind, the sound of the water, and each other's silence.

"So, are you going to do anything about it?" Alicia finally willed herself to ask. The smirk somehow made its way back onto Cam's face, and he turned away from the water.

"Yes. And you are too." He said that with finality, like she was supposed to agree instantly. Before she could even ask why, he silenced her with a look. "Because I said so."

"Placid?" She grinned up at him.

"Placid. Now take my jacket."

Claire was going to get it.

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