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P.O.V. Changes a bunch, sorry if it gets annoying

Also I want to apologize to anyone who may see this (and to thank you; wow). This story has been very slow and boring, with hardly any plot, but this chapter changes that, I promise. Enjoy :)

Charlotte
"Come on, please?" "Charlotte, you know I don't like it." "But you're my boyfriend! It's supposed to be give and take!" "Okay, I'm giving you the opportunity to go with someone who'd better enjoy it, and I'm taking a little time for myself." "Oh, come on, please, I want to go with you!" "Charlotte, we can go to the next concert together." "Cody, I don't think I'll ever win tickets again! The odds are insane! Please, baby?" "I don't even know if I'll be free that day!" "Fine," I grumbled, "maybe Dean wants to go with me..." "Oh, that was low. Even for you." "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what it means! You always try to manipulate your way into what you want! Well not this time. Go ahead, take Dean! I don't care!" With that, I left him. Jeez, what's so wrong trying to invite him to a free concert?

Cody
I slumped down, resting my head on the desk. I was first in, I was glad Charlotte didn't follow. I could not believe the audacity on her. That was downright cruel of her. But I'll admit I was out of line too. And selfish. But at the same time, there are people that really like that music, people that would better appreciate the ticket. I'm sure even Jay would like it.

Startling me, someone walked up to me, without saying anything for a second. I hadn't heard the door open, but I also hadn't been listening. Or paying attention to time. For all I knew, class had started. I wouldn't have noticed. "Cody, is everything alright? What's wrong?" "... Well, you may or may not be getting offered tickets to a concert today." He stares in confusion for a second, before pulling up a chair and instructing me "start at the beginning."

I did just that, I could not stress enough how stupid and pointless the fight was. She could have just accepted I wasn't going to go. Or I could have just gone for her. But I didn't know what was going on, and it would really be wasted on me. It would be too loud, and a complete waste of time, I could use for things that mattered to me, like sleep. It wouldn't end until, like, midnight. I can't stay up that late. When I try, I break down crying for some reason. I told him all of that.

Halfway through my explanation, Dean had wrapped an arm around my shoulders for comfort. It was working. I was feeling better. And it surely helped that he told me he'd say no if Charlotte asked... I know I'm being really selfish, but I'm the jealous sort. I can't help it. Oh, I really don't deserve someone like Charlotte... She is way too good for me. But, somehow, I did have her. So I'd have to pretend, at least, to be an adequate match. She was right, relationships take compromise. But maybe this time it could be her compromising... But I'd be next! I cannot fuck this up...

"Dean, I don't know what to do! Help..." "Funny you'd ask me of all people for relationship advice," he mumbled with a smirk. "You kept it going for a whole year, you must have been doing something right," I whispered back. "She didn't exactly know," he frowned. "That doesn't matter. They were lucid 'dreams', she told me. She would have done something else if she didn't want to be with you." "Well, if you insist... After school, if you're available?" "Oh, yeah, sure. Thank you, Dean. Thanks..." "Of course, Cody. Anything I can do to help."

Charlotte
Just as I was about to walk into class, I saw something through the window in the door that I'd wished I hadn't. It was Cody and Dean. Hugging. It made me so jealous. What was with them? They used to be so bitter, but now since that time I wasn't allowed to be with Cody, they were acting like the best of friends. I hated it. I know how selfish that is, but I couldn't help it. For some reason, it really, really hurt. And maybe, it was even more selfish tHan id thought. Maybe I liked the thought of being fought over. Well, it would be rather flattering, I must admit... But, no, I shouldn't want my favourite guys fighting! That's wrong.