Back To My Teens (Timetravel Story)

The Break Up

Alissa F. Bankers

Present: Best friend of Lily H. Maxwell. Second head cheerleader at Edgewood High.

Ten years later: Gold digging in Hong Kong (not in the literal sense)

Trace Harmon

Present: Boyfriend of Lily H. Maxwell. Swimming champion at Edgewood High.

Ten years later: Sports medicine physician.

Dustin Z. Brown

Present: Neighbor of Lily H. Maxwell. That weird artsy guy at school.

Ten years later: Famous manga artist, who published an erotic series.

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It has now been three days after the accident. My strange thought turned out to be true. I, Lily Hunter Maxwell, am back to my teens. I have decided to change my past. No more loser colleges, no more bad grades, no more backstabbing friends and no more...

"Lily, your boyfriend is here!" My mom yelled from the kitchen as the doorbell rang.

... cheating boyfriends.

"Speak of the devil", I mumbled as Trace Harmon stepped into the living room.

With a height of 6'1'' and a swimmers body - broad shoulders and that V-shape, it was no wonder that he was one of the biggest hotties at my school. His chestnut hair was in a military cut and he had sharp cheekbones and a pair of warm brown eyes that made every girl feel like they were being surrounded by sweet chocolate. It didn't help that his smile made girls feel hot and in desperate need to make out with him.

Of course - that only applied to other girls. Not me. Not anymore.

"Babe, I've missed you at school", he said as he went behind me and hugged me. His cologne, which had a fresh scent of citrus, started to surround me.

Missed me - as if! He'd probably been too busy making out with Alissa to remember me. He hasn't even shown up in these three days.

"Yeah, yeah", I mumbled.

"How is the concussion? Does it still hurt?" He asked as he pushed a few strands of my hair behind my ear.

I stood up from the chair, and wobbled my way over to the sofa.

"Be careful. Your ankle is sprained!" He exclaimed and quickly walked over to hold my arm for balance.

I shoved him away and sat down on the sofa. When he made a move to sit next to me, I quickly filled all the space by laying down.

He frowned. "Are you mad at me or something?"

"You have no idea."

"Is it because I haven't visited you these three days?" he asked as he lifted my legs to sit down on the sofa. "Is that why you haven't answered my calls or messages?"

Oh right. My phone. And that annoying password that I can't remember. Why was the fingerprint password created so late? Suddenly I missed all the technologies that 2007 didn't have yet.

"I can't remember my password." I pointed to my head, and sent him a look that said: Concussion, you see?

"Aw, the concussion must be pretty bad. It's 2974", He responded and lay my legs down on his lap. Huh. So he knows my password. I've got to change it soon then. I've forgotten so many things from high school, perhaps I should use Harmon to dig out some information, before I dump his cheating *ss.