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-Chapter 2 (cont.)-

I was walking from school to my house, alone and depressed.  I walked up to my front porch, and lo and behold there sat the jerk I call Benson.  "Hey, Rayne!" he said.  "Oh, hey Benson!" I said, sarcastically.  "Now you notice me.  If you don't mind my asking, why the heck are you sitting on my front porch?"  "Well, I was waiting for you."  Oh, brother!  He's such a faker...why does he even care about me anyways?  "I don't understand, Benson.  Just today at school you acted like you had no clue who I was!"  He frowned.  "Yeah, I'm sorry about that.  If you want me to leave, I will.  That was wrong of me."  Aww!!!  How sweet!  (How could I resist such flattery?)  "No, that's okay!  Just let me go put my stuff up...I want to talk to you."  I walked inside, threw my stuff down, and ran back out.  He smiled when he saw me, and my heart skiped a beat when I saw him.  I was going crazy over this boy, and I had to figure him out.

-Chapter 3-

"Benson, what's up with you?  I mean, how can I be sure that tomorrow at school you won't act like you've never seen me before?  Because the Benson I saw today at school was not the same one that I talked to for 2 hours yesterday afternoon.  Not the one who made me feel...um...happy!  Yeah, that's the word...happy."  He looked at me...his eyes were soft and it was one of those, 'there's no need for words' moments.  "Rayne, I have something to tell you.  First of all, I'm sorry...and second, I...nevermind."  If you hadn't caught on yet, yes, I very much liked Benson.  "You what?" I asked; hoping it was what I wanted to hear.  "Well, nevermind, Rayne.  You probably won't care.  You're way too pretty and smart to care about someone like me...I've gotta go." Oh, no.  Stab in the heart.  "No, Benson, wait!!" I yelled, hoping to get a positive response.  But he didn't stop.  I remember knowing that I should follow him and tell him how I really felt, but I didn't go.  I had to make a point to do that...sometime in the near future, before he slipped between the cracks and I lost him.  I really didn't want that.  So, there I was, alone yet again...and mad.  Mad at myself for not going after him.  There really was something different about Benson.  Something good different.  Wow, I think I've fallen for him so hard that I've broken something and I can't get up!

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As soon as I got back home, I prayed...hard.  I prayed for Benson, and whatever was going on with him.  I prayed for Milly, that she would forgive me, I was so stupid.  I prayed for my parents, I know it's a pain having to put up with me.  And, last but not least, I prayed for help.  I needed God's help!  I felt as though I was stuck in some sort of trap and the only way to get out was through Him.  All of the sudden, the phone rang.  It was Milly.  "Listen, Ray, I'm so sorry.  I'm not better than you, you are great just the way you are, and I don't know everything.  Do you want to come over so we can talk about it?"  She sounded so sincere!  (Thanks, God.)  "Milly, are you sure you want me to do that?  Do you think we can?" I really didn't want to hurt her feelings.  "Rayne, you're my best friend and I want to talk to you!"  "Okay, Mills, I'll be right over."  I grabbed my stuff and began my long, treacherous journey to the other side of the neighborhood.