I stared at the clock on the wall, moving my eyes away from his strange stare. I watched the seconds ticking, willing the clock to slow down so I wouldn't have to stand up and approach the guy staring at me. My heart beat harder as the realization hit me that I was really truly alone in this class. None of my friends were here, so I couldn't walk past him and laugh along with someone, like I didn't see him. I had no on here to protect me from the little exchange with someone who was staring at me like a complete psychopath. I mean, what if he was a serial—

"Clare!" Mrs. Vega said, snapping me back to reality, my head turning to look up at her as she hovered over my desk. "Did you hear me? What did I just say?"

"Uhh… "I hesitated, this never ever happened to me. I was the good one, looking forward, taking notes all throughout class. I'm never distracted. "Well you were saying something about…" Suddenly the ending bell rang loudly and the whole class shifted, getting out of their seats. Mrs. Vega sighed and walked back to the desk, I wasn't her responsibility after the class ended. Saved by the bell. I exhaled and gather my books, looking up to see the guy was still standing there, leaning against the doorframe.

Okay, I wasn't exactly saved by the bell, I could very well be close to being killed by the bell. I mean, who was this guy, and how come no other head was turned toward him? Did they know something I didn't? Was he like…a visiting college student? But he would have walked in, wouldn't he?

I stood up, my legs feeling shaky, I was nearly the last person in the classroom. Holding my books, I headed for the door, adverting my eyes, hoping he wasn't going to say anything to me.

Of course he did, my life would be too easy if he didn't. He looked at me with those brown eyes, running a hand through his wispy hair, which was slightly darker than his eyes. He didn't look much older than me, a year maybe. When he spoke, it had a jokey tone that told me he was probably class clown and a smile that shone through his talking. "You're Clare Edwards, aren't you? I've heard a lot about you."

"Yes…" I hesitated, who told him about me? "I'm Clare, how…do you know me?"

Then the boy glanced at me with this confused look, like I was the crazy one who'd been staring at him from the door for a good hour. I bit my lip, watching him, trying to figure out if I was supposed to know him. He didn't look like a relative, we had no similarities whatsoever. I don't think he's been in any of my classes and I hadn't seen any pictures of him, so he couldn't have been super popular. Besides, if he expected me to know him just for being popular, that would make him conceded, and honestly he didn't look full of himself at all.

Finally he managed to say, "You don't know who I am?"

I shook my head briskly, getting ready to make a swift escape. "Am I supposed to?" I choked out, feeling my heart beat faster and faster. I kept wondering who he was and how he knew me. He looked innocent, but maybe that's how psychopaths were, they didn't even realized what they were and went about it calmly. How did he even get into the school?

He looked over me again, a confused expression lingering. "Here, follow me."

"No, really. I can't. I have drama next and I have to go all the way—"

"Just down the hall, I know where the theater is. Besides, this is more important," He interjected, taking my hand and leading me down the hallway, around the corner. He glanced at me and probably noticed my uneasy expression, and muttered something to himself. Then he said, "Nothing can happen, we're in the middle of a hallway filled with high school students. Nothing's going to happen to you. "

I guess he was trying to offer me some sort of consolation and I nodded slowly, blushing slightly and continued walking, trying to keep some sense of normalcy. He was right, I wasn't alone in the hallway, people would surround me for three or four more minutes. I looked around, walking at a pace closer to his, surprised when he stopped outside the glass room in the school.

"Clare, I know you're a smart girl, and I know you can put two and two together." I glanced at him, while he was looking inside the room, his eyes searching the empty space. "Now, look in this room. " He pressed his palm against the cold glass. "And I want you to tell me who I am."

I looked at him like he was deranged. "How am I supposed to figure out who you are by looking in an empty room?"

He shook his head. "Just look, you'll figure it out."

I nodded slowly and did what he said, but nothing looked any different. I looked at the benches, where I sometimes would sit with Alli, Eli or Adam. I looked at the walls, completely made of glass, which didn't look any different. They were stained with fingerprints as always. Then my eyes moved on to the many plants that were there, barely taken for. I figured they would be replaced by fake ones soon. Finally, I looked at the plaque for James Tiberius Yorke. I didn't know much about him, just that he was killed by some kids from Lakehurst when they were still a separate school.

My eyes finally found what I knew he wanted to me to find, a picture of the wispy haired boy that it was dedicated to.

And I felt my breath catch and my eyes water slightly, my hands shake slightly, all because I knew exactly who this boy was. He was the boy watching me during my last period, who expected me to know who he was, who dragged me over to this room. The one with a palm pressed against the glass, looking at me. "Nice to meet you, Clare, I'm JT Yorke." He smiled slightly and put out a hand for me to shake.

I didn't take it. This wasn't real. It couldn't be.

So there it is, JT Yorke is back.

I had to write this, I wanted a way for JT to still be here, he was my favorite character for so long. I cried when they killed him off. A lot.

Tell me what you think. Reviews are nice :D

Do you miss him as much as I do?