A/N: So here's chapter 2. I hope you like it, because it should definitely be longer than the first chapter. To those of you who reviewed/favorited/alerted, thank you so much! I really appreciate it!

Chapter 2: Failing to Get Answers

Logan's POV:

I wish I could say everything was back to normal after a few days. Even though normal meant being shoved against lockers, and a few sucker punches every once in a while, it was still better knowing what was coming instead of the eerie things I'd been sensing. Your heart is already racing just waiting for something, but if you don't expect somebody…I'm just lucky I'm not a screamer.

For the most part, things had definitely gotten back to normal. That's not really and truly a good thing, but for a few days there I was worried for my life. I swear I thought I had heard somebody whisper my name once while at my locker, but no one was there. I knew none of the people around me had done it, because the goons were too stupid to act like it wasn't them, in a believable manner.

There was one thing that had me worried. I felt like somebody was following me, at school and to home. On the bus in the morning it was fine, and I had begun to think it was one of the kids who only rode the bus in the afternoon that was just trying to scare me. If that's true, they did a good job.

For days after lunch I either had to come with Carlos to get his stupid candy, or I had to use the bathroom. I normally went to the bathroom during class because the bullies would wait to see if I come out during lunch, but the weird senses completely messed me up mentally, I was actually stupid enough to go out of the cafeteria during lunch. Once or twice I heard the same thing I did that first day, only quieter. When that thought had crossed my mind, I was scared to think that the mystery stalker was doing it so they wouldn't attract my attention, and let me know they were there.

I could hardly pay attention to one of my favorite classes: Psychology. In a way, the class is almost ironic. After all these weird things start messing with my mind, mostly during lunch, I get to learn about different things that could affect your mind. Did you know that a panic attack, unrelated to PTSD, can peak in ten minutes, but subsides over the course of a few hours?

I had one of those the first night weird things started to happen, and if I hadn't had Psychology classes, I would have thought I had a heart attack. There was a weird tightness in my chest, a cold flash or two, which freaked me out because I'm a naturally warm person, and I kind of felt like I was being smothered. Needless to say, I was mentally exhausted the next day.

"Hey Logan," James murmured as he nudged my arm with his elbow. I slowly turned to look at him, but he didn't look up. I sighed, letting him know I was listening, because anybody could tell, he needed my help. He was the only one besides me out of the four of us that had my advanced math class. Sometimes he struggled.

"What's the formula for finding the circumference of a half circle again?" If I hadn't been exhausted at the time, I would have had to really try to not choke him. It was one of the easiest things you could do in math. You could do it without a calculator if you just rounded pi to the hundredths.

"Do the circumference of the circle and then divide it by two. I didn't sleep at all last night, James. What did you do last night that made you so stupid? We are freshmen in high school, for crying out loud," I told him with a tired monotone.

"I did nothing. We just haven't reviewed this in a year, I think. Okay, now I'm embarrassed to ask how to find-" I cut him off, while I rolled my eyes.

"You find the circumference of a circle by multiplying the diameter by three point fourteen, which is pi, rounded. If you don't know what diameter is-"

"I got it, I got it. Yeesh. You must be tired if you're so cranky," he muttered while going back to his work. I'd finished my paper five minutes before, knowing the material like the back of my hand. I worked well when tired, but not under pressure. That didn't make any sense to me, and it was unfair, because I ate right and was almost never tired.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and James cursed because he still had half of the backside of the paper to do. I chuckled, still tired, and slowly got up out of my seat, and knocked to the side a little bit by a few insincere jocks. I shook my head trying to jolt myself to focus on what had just happened, then shrugged. They did that a lot, and it didn't matter to me at that point anymore. It actually gave me a few jolts of energy, to last me to my locker. I was always more alert at my locker, at least for those few days I was…

"Logan!" I heard Kendall call as he approached my locker. I turned around, making myself seem more alert, because if anybody would, he would ask why I was so tired.

"Yeah Kendall?" I raised my eyebrows as I spoke trying to be a little more friendly.

"Are you riding the bus today?" he asked, one hand on his backpack. I had just finished putting all my stuff away, and getting my homework when he asked.

"No, I'm going to walk. My mom needs for me to get something at the store on the edge of town. She said the thing she wanted is only sold there," I rolled my eyes for the millionth time that day, but this time with a smile.

"Alright, cool. I'd walk with you but I promised James to walk him home once he got off the bus. Apparently there's this girl who he's afraid of," Kendall laughed, and I did too.

"Let me guess. He was flirting with her, called her some 'sexist' name, she didn't like that, and started to hit him."

"Obviously. I asked him if that was the real story, and he got very defensive. It'd be better if he just told us. We know that's what happened," he grinned. We stood there quiet for a moment, before we said our good-byes and parted ways.

I should have known my trip to the store would be at least a little exciting, because on the edge of town, was right next to the shady neighborhoods. When I saw a strange looking homeless man on a corner, I wished that Kendall was with me. I'd done this before, but I always had one or two of my best friends to keep me company, or keep me distracted from the strange things that happened on these streets.

After purchasing the thing my mom wished for, that I'd rather not know that she needed (it was worse than tampons), I began to head home. Home was thankfully far away from the mud and grime that was on these streets. Of course, I didn't get very far before I heard some shouting. I was briefly reminded of the first strange day, before I quickly turned around, paralyzed from the chest up.

I saw a girl, who looked slightly older than me, with black hair and all sorts of red, purple, and green strips. She was up in this very large man's face, and for a moment I wondered if this chick was seriously stupidly brave, or actually suicidal. He took a few swings at her, which she gracefully ducked, before she took him down with a few punches and a kick. How in the hell did she do that?

She pulled out a gun, and I yelped, without any thought being put in it. I never screamed, but sometimes, when I see an actual gun, besides the ones I see the police with, I will make a sound of terror. It was somewhat of a girlish habit, I was ashamed to admit.

She turned to me, gun pointed, and she was posed just like a cop. For some reason, after she got a good look at me, her eyes widened, and she turned to run. In the front of my mind, I was screaming at myself to turn and run the opposite way. The inner me, told me to chase after her, because this was just a larger scale version of what happened in the hallway. If she recognized me, maybe she went to my school as an upperclassman, and was the one who had been driving me crazy.

Therefore, even though I didn't want to, I chased after her. If she was the one who's been giving me hell, I could catch up to her and demand why. After the first hundred steps, I gave up trying to run backwards, because no one can run backwards after running forwards, at least not in one second. I was still about fifty feet from her no matter how hard I ran, which aggravated me. I was always the fastest runner.

When she turned a corner, into an alley, I gave up when I didn't see her there. It was a dead end alley and she was nowhere to be seen. How? I seriously wanted to know how she did that because I didn't really see that as fair. I could have been so close to ending my psychotic suffering.

I turned back the way I was supposed to go, dejected, when I realized I had dropped the thing my mom needed. Hoping I would see it on my way back, I started back up the way I had ran. We hadn't turned at all except that place she escaped, so it was possible that it could be in the same spot, if not just a few feet away.

I must have been following her longer than I had originally thought, because the sun was starting to go down, and a few "nightlife" cars passed by me, as well as a couple of motorcycles. By the time I got back in front of the store, there was nothing in sight that could possibly be the thing my mom wanted. Since I didn't have enough money left, I couldn't buy her a replacement. I kept walking, while I sulked and cursed the girl out in my head.

The walk was slow, due to nothing to keep me entertained, yet it happened quickly, because I was completely zoned out almost the entire time. My thoughts had remained on the girl, the chase, and what I would say to my mom when I got home without the thing she wanted. Once, right before I saw my house, the sound of a motorcycle up ahead, which snapped me out of my reverie.

As I walked up the driveway, a little white thing seemed to shiver slightly against my door. When I got closer, I realized it was a bag, and for a second I thought it could be a package that came in the mail. That small white bag definitely wasn't out of the mail. However, it did come with an unwritten message.

I definitely had a stalker, and the girl had something to do with it.

A week and a half was enough to make the young female assassin become nervous that her mission was starting to unhinge. It wasn't like he was a high priority case, she didn't have to spend so much time on his trail. She was still lucky her boss didn't make her get up earlier than seven to follow him to school. The only fun she had came from her hiding in the vents above his locker and whispering his name a few times to see if he'd hear it. From her angle, it seemed like he did.

"He saw me today. I was trying to get some answers out of this very uncooperative guy, and when I pulled my gun- as a threat- Logan let out some weird noise. I turned around with my gun pointed as instinct, but it was pointed at him. That probably scared him more, but he started to chase me! I mean, first, that was stupid on his part, then I started running first, but my apartment was only a few blocks away, and I thought I could just cartwheel up the side of the building- what are you laughing at?" She stopped in her pacing when she noticed her boss chuckling. Her hands found themselves at her hips, and she had a look of annoyance.

"It sounds like you're scared of getting caught. You act like you're fifteen! Oh, well a normal fifteen year old. Anyway, go on." She stared at him for a second with narrowed eyes, before she continued pacing and talking.

"I managed to hide in my apartment before he caught up to me, but then something bothered me for a minute. I then remembered that he had dropped something outside of a store. I ran down the stairs of the building, hopped on my motorcycle, managed to beat him to the place where he'd left the bag, which was around the middle point of our chase. It had been blown into an alley, so I picked it up, rode to his house, laid it on his front porch. I kind of wanted to freak him out again, so that's why I did that…oh, and why would Joanna Mitchell need medicine for calluses? I thought that based on your description of her, that she had fantastic feet," the girl stopped in front of her boss again. He shrugged, which seemed oddly unprofessional. Still, neither was she, and that's why they made a great boss/apprentice.

"It's been years since I've seen her up close. I wouldn't know. I guess she let herself go. For some reason, people always complimented her on her feet." He stopped talking as he found himself in a memory. She looked at him expectantly for a second, before dropping her expression for an unreadable one. She simply waited, until he snapped out of it and shook his thoughts away.

"Alright, you may go now. You've had a long enough day," he dismissed her. She quickly walked out of the office, wanting to get back home to her small cold apartment.

She had to be well rested if she was going to a hockey game tomorrow.

A/N: Oh boy. She's going to go to a hockey game, and we know who she's going to see there. I'm kind of debating on a few things involving that part of that chapter...hm. You know, there were some things I meant to italicize, but I don't think I found them all... Okay. So we know that this girl actually has emotions sometimes, and she likes to rant. Oh, and the gun part shocked you guys didn't it?

I have a few questions to ask you. First, why do you think she was beating that "uncooperative" guy up? Second, who do you think the man is, or what does he have to do with the Mitchell family? Third, should I shine some more light on what her day is like following Logan around? There may be a different question I meant to ask but I can't remember it...crap. Oh well!

~RosesAreForWriters