Jonathan didn't see Victoria for the following week. He only knew then that she would struggle more in class than she had been doing. His eyes moved to the door at the beginning of each lecture. He didn't know why. It was like he was waiting for her to come to class. She didn't concern him. She really held no interest to him.

But her history did. He wondered why someone would smash her car. He wondered why anyone would take the time to do that. Apparently someone was after her. Jonathan wanted to know why. Curiosity often got the better of him.

It was the following Wednesday morning when he saw her. She was sat in the library, books in her hands as she read them. Her eyes held a vacant look as Jonathan slowly approached her. It was only then when he realised she wasn't reading. She was biting her bottom lip with such force that Jonathan was shocked she hadn't drawn blood. Her face seemed gaunt and pale and she wore jeans and an oversized shirt. She looked a mess in comparison to normal.

Her hand constantly tugged through her hair as Jonathan wondered whether he should sit beside her or find somewhere else to go. He supposed he didn't want to look too concerned. He took the table opposite hers, his eyes downcast as he pretended not to notice her.

Victoria looked up as she heard the scraping of a chair. Her attention had been snapped from the book she had been reading as she looked over to the boy opposite her. Jonathan had his nose buried in a book and Victoria chewed her tongue as she wondered if she should say something to him. There was no one in the library. The Psychology section always seemed quiet and dead.

She kept on lifting her eyes up to look at Jonathan, choosing to keep quiet until he noticed her. She finally picked up a book and moved down the long bookshelf, inhaling sharply as she put it away and grabbed another one.

"I see you're back."

She startled quietly, dropping the book to the floor as she heard his voice sneak up on her. She dropped to her knees, picking up the book and holding it to her chest as he watched her with wonder. She took it into her hands, looking on as Jonathan stood above her, his glasses perched on the end of his nose as he rested his hands on his hips. He was clearly waiting for an answer from her.

"I am," she agreed weakly. "Anyway, thanks for the other week. You didn't have to do what you did."

"Like I said," Jonathan drawled. "I didn't feel like giving evidence at your murder trial. You'd have killed someone driving home like you did."

"Probably," Vicky agreed with him. "So...anyway...I should get back to my desk."

"Do you not intend to tell me what the other night was about?" Jonathan wondered from her, his voice curt.

"No," she simply replied. "Look, I thanked you...and that is it...there's nothing more to talk about."

"I don't think the fire alarm was random," Jonathan informed her. "I think someone did it to lure you outside."

"You saw it was the drunken students who did it," Vicky protested.

"It is coincidental that it happens the same night that your car is destroyed," Jonathan reminded her. "Don't you think that, Victoria? And who would want to scare you? They succeeded and did a fabulous job. I wonder if they had been there waiting for you...if they would have gotten you if I hadn't been there-"

"-Enough," Victoria snapped, her voice echoing around the shelves they stood in. She glowered at Jonathan, her cheeks now taking a biting to as she shook her head. "You don't know anything."

"I know that you're in trouble," Jonathan responded. "I know that something has followed you from Chicago."

"Is that what you think?" Victoria wondered; her brow arched as she looked at him.

"It is what I know," Jonathan assured her. "There is something wrong. You wouldn't be in therapy if there wasn't, and you wouldn't have freaked when you saw your car the other night."

"And how is it your concern?" Victoria enquired harshly. "You couldn't wait to get rid of me the other night. You couldn't wait not to tutor me, and now you stand here telling me that you want to know."

"I'm intrigued," Jonathan lamely admitted. "You fear something. I just don't know what just yet."

"You never will," Victoria promised him, pushing a hand through her hair before she walked away from him. Jonathan watched her leave, noticing how she pushed her hand through her brow curls. It was only then when he looked at the roots of her hair. They were fading from brown to blonde. She'd dyed her hair.

Normally Jonathan wouldn't be suspicious of that. Girls did things to their hair which Jonathan couldn't comprehend. But this was Victoria Martinez. There was something about her that told him she wasn't the type of girl to change her hair. Every time he had seen her, it had been in either two styles. It was either down, or tied in a messy bobble. She didn't take care of it like the others.

"What are you hiding?" Jonathan whispered softly as he saw her take her seat and begin to read again.

He moved back to his own desk, engrossing himself in his work as he tried to think about what she would hide from. She didn't look up at him, and he didn't look up at her. He kept to his own business until lunch. She stood first, clearing everything away from the desk and slinging her satchel on her shoulder. She moved away from him as Jonathan took his turn to tidy up and then move from the library.

"You do know that I am the most popular boy in this place."

Jonathan snorted to himself as he came outside and heard the voice. He looked to the side to where she stood. She was walking in front of him, an arm dangling around her shoulder. Apparently Robert Preston didn't like to give up easily.

"I'm flattered," Vicky replied; her voice flat as she shrugged his arm from her shoulders. "But I'm still not interested."

"You were on the first day."

"I don't want anything," Victoria spoke back. "I'm really not interested in anything that you have to offer."

"You'll be sorry by Christmas," he assured her.

She rolled her eyes at hearing that, shaking her head with haste before she turned off the main path. Jonathan watched as she made her way back to the parking lot. He wondered if she was going home already. He rolled his eyes at that. Of course she would be running off back home instead of turning up to lectures to be humiliated for her failing papers. It wasn't until Jonathan saw a man take her by the elbow did he become intrigued again.

He moved slowly then, keeping his distance and hiding in shadows. She was led away from the parking lot, choosing to keep quiet before she came to the back of the library and the empty bike stand which no one used. Jonathan hid around the corner, listening in as they spoke.

"Where is it, Anna?"

"I told you," she replied. "I don't know where it is. We have no idea where it is. My dad never told us."

A small chuckle came from the man as Jonathan frowned, wondering what he was currently listening to. A small gasp came from her then and he wondered what had happened as she kept quiet.

"Aw, baby," he complained to her. "We know that you know where it is. The boss has been after it for a long time. Apparently your father knew things about it that no one else did."

"That doesn't mean that I know where he kept it. He wouldn't use it. He probably destroyed it."

"Is that what he told you?"

"Yes." She said; her voice flat and monotone. "You know that. It should never be used. It's too dangerous for you morons to even comprehend."

"Now, now," he spoke in a condescending tone. "You wouldn't want that pretty face to be ruined, would you? It would be such a shame."

"Just go away," she spoke, her voice low and nothing more than a plea. "You need to leave us alone. We have nothing to do with it."

"I doubt that," he snorted. "You'll find it, Annalise. You will do that, do you understand me?"

"How?" she snapped back. "I don't know where it is. Honestly, he said nothing in his will. We have nothing to help you."

"You wouldn't help if you did know," he scoffed back at her. "Do you think I'm that foolish?"

"Do you want me to answer that?" she replied.

Jonathan winced involuntarily as he heard a smack echo through the building. He could only imagine she had pushed him too far. She certainly didn't seem that intelligent. Although Jonathan had always guessed she never was too clever.

"You need to learn to watch your mouth. It's going to get you into trouble one day."

"I don't doubt it," she grumbled back. "You should leave before someone finds you here. You wouldn't want to end up back in County, would you?"

"Funny girl," he cooed. "You have a month to find it. The boss is feeling patient."

"How considerate," she snarled. "I don't know where it is, that's the main issue."

"Well, you'd best start searching," he urged her. "It'd be horrible to lose mommy in the same year you lost daddy."

A silence ensued then and Jonathan wondered whether the man had left her alone. He took a second to peer around the wall then, seeing the back of a tall man walk away. Victoria was leant against the wall, her eyes looking to the sky as she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She heard footsteps come closer before she turned her head and saw him approach her. He held his books under his arm and a puzzled look on his face.

"What should I call you?" Jonathan wondered. "Is it Victoria or Annalise?"

She said nothing to him.

"You shouldn't be here," she replied quickly. "You don't want to get messed up in my business."

"I can see that," he assured her. "I'm still not sure what your business is."

"I'm serious, Jonathan," Victoria said, pushing herself from the wall to slowly move closer to him. A red mark covered her cheek where he had slapped her as she stared at Jonathan with wide eyes. "You need to stay away from me."

"Or you could be threatened somewhere more private?" Jonathan wondered.

She moved closer to him, her head held high as she continued to glare.

"Is this some kind of joke to you?" she hissed.

"No," he replied without a pause. "But anyone can see that you're in trouble. I was right before, wasn't I?"

"Leave it," she growled lowly. "I can take care of myself."

"Evidentially," Jonathan sarcastically spoke. "That is why you have a large red mark on your cheek, isn't it? You handle things so well."

"Why are you even here?" she replied, her hand moving to her cheek to hide the mark from his view. "I thought you were in the library."

"I left after you did. And don't try to change the conversation from you." Jonathan replied. "It won't work."

"I'm telling you to stay out of this because you don't know what you're asking from me. Do you think any good will come from you getting involved in my business?"

"I don't think you can even handle your own business," Jonathan replied. "What are you going to do? Wait for some knight to come and rescue you?"

"Of course not," she rolled her eyes. "I just don't want you involved. You're not my favourite person...but what this is...I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemies."

She pulled her satchel further on her shoulder, digging into it for her car keys. She needed to go and find her mother, not stand around and talk to Jonathan of her problems. They weren't his to listen to.

"You need to tell the police," Jonathan replied.

She scoffed at that holding her keys in her hands as she folded her arms.

"It will do no good," she assured him. "They sent us to the most corrupt city in the States. It's as if they have it out for us...anyway...I need to go."

"Where?"

"Why are you so bothered?"

"I'm not," he spoke with a wrinkle of his nose. "It was a simple question. You seem to be scared of them."

"I'm not in the mood," Vicky complained. "Go to lectures. I need to leave."

Jonathan said nothing more as he watched her leave for the parking lot. He studied her with interest, unable to comprehend everything that he had heard and seen that morning. But he would find out. Jonathan knew that much.

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A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while, but thank you to anyone reading and do let me know what you think so far!