Wait A Minute, Soulmates? Huh??

Wait A Minute, Soulmates? Huh?? {3}

**Authors note**

Hey, I know I haven't written in like months. So I actually had to go back and read the story! This will probably be a very short chapter.

R.E.C.A.P

"Let her go." River's cool voice commanded Ryan.

"Make me!"

"Fine." Then River Fluvio did the unexpected. The unimaginable.

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He smiled. I mean, I assumed someone would throw a punch the way tempers were boiling. But no. That's it. A smile. I couldn't help staring at his perfect teeth before concentrating on Ryan.

He reacted oddly. I'm not sure if it was River's smile or the look in his eyes, but Ryan mumbled an apology and walked away. Just like that. Huh. Weird. My mouth must have been hanging open as I watched him disappear down the hall, because River cleared his throat, and I looked over to see him beaming. At me! I blushed and looked down, starring at his shoes. They're really nice! Black with white laces and...

"Abbigail?" River interupted my thoughts.

"Uh yeah?" I answered like the genius I am.

"Should we continue standing here or would you like to go eat lunch?"

"Oh! Yah! Sure. Let's go." Too bad I can't form a complete sentence.

And thus the end of the first time I met Mr.Fluvio.

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Back in math class, current day.

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I tried hard to contain them, but a few tears escaped my eyes and plopped onto my math sheet. That caught Chenisse's attention.

"He must have been pretty great. I wish I could have met him." She whispered.

She knew who I was thinking about. She always knows when I'm thinking about him. I haven't been into any guys since him, so there aren't any other broken hearts to cry about.

"Yeah." At that moment I stood up and took my time handing my paper in.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I was in a daze. Only half aware. I 'woke up' when I was in my car again, heading home.

I immediately ran to my room, shut the door, and went over to my bookshelf. In one of my books I kept a picture. The only one I had of River. I pulled it out and examined it. Only on days when I find myself most missing him do I take it out. Which is more and more often lately. His eyes held that glimmer of mischief that I love so much. I started to cry again. Stupid eyes always betraying me. I put the picture back reluctantly and jumped onto my bed. I crawled up into a ball and let the tears flow this time.

My mind went back to the time I took the picture...

**Author's notes**

I know short! Sorry. Just tell me what you think .. :)