This chapter I'll admit is a little slow but I had to write it because of plot reasons. Things will definitely pick up in the next few chapters! Enjoy and remember, keep reviewing!

Disclaimer: I am not writing this as my own. All characters and ideas belong to Laurie faria Stolarz

Jacob POV

Stacey didn't call me this morning. I guess that means she didn't have a nightmare last night. It's a good thing but also a bad thing. I know the nightmares really stress Stacey out, but the more she has them the closer she is to figuring them out. Maybe she'll call me later. I know she had to go to the library with Tim to work on an essay. Maybe after she does that we can get together and do something since my nerves are shot.

This morning I slept in a little. Last night's events definitely had my nerves going, but thankfully I did get some sleep. Since it's the beginning of fall, the air at night has become cold and crisp. To keep the cold air from coming through our broken window, PJ wanted to put one of his blankets over the window. It would have been fine if the blanket was a normal one and didn't say "Ain't no thing but a g-string on a chicken wing". But It was all we had. Hopefully no one will see it or pay any attention to it, but I highly doubt that.

PJ and I decided to get out of the room and out of the dorm. Every time either of us walks out of our room, someone has to say or ask something about last night. So after we got up, we headed to the cafeteria for lunch. There was hardly anyone in there since it was the weekend.

"What are you getting?" PJ asked as we walked towards the counters.

"Uh, I think I'll just get a sub sandwich with some chips," I said.

I really wasn't in the mood for Italian or Chinese, and I sure didn't want pizza or a hamburger.

"I'm thinking…," he said as he rubbed his chin, "Spaghetti."

It was almost impossible for PJ to pass up spaghetti and meatballs even though most of it usually ended up in his lap. PJ turned and walked towards the Italian counter while I headed over to the sandwich line. We both got our lunches and met back up at a table in the back.

"Man it was cold as hell in our room last night," PJ said.

"Yeah hopefully someone will come and fix it before tonight."

"They probably already forgot about it. I don't think a broken window is at the top of their list," he said as he stuffed a meatball in his mouth.

"Yeah probably."

We sat for a couple of minutes in silence and ate our food.

"So you doing anything with Stacey tonight?"

"I don't know. She hasn't called me today. She usually calls me in the morning if she has a nightmare but she didn't today."

"So where's she at now?"

"She's at the library working on an essay with Tim."

"What!"

"What?"

"You let your girl go on a study date with another guy?"

"They're just friends PJ."

"Yeah maybe to Stacey they are."

"What are you talking about?"

I knew Stacey had met Tim last year and that they became friends, but she never mentioned anything about them once being something more.

"Man! Tim has it bad for Stacey!"

"Well if Stacey felt the same way for him she obviously wouldn't be dating me."

If Stacey felt anything for Tim she wouldn't be with me for sure. I lost my memory for goodness sake. Why would she go through so much and put so much into a relationship that she didn't want?

"Just because Stacey's in love with you isn't going to stop Tim from putting the moves on her. I mean look at the guy. If I was a girl I bang him."

Sometimes I wonder about PJ.

"They're just doing an essay together," I said.

"Or each other!"

"Who's doing each other?" a voice said.

PJ and I turned around to find Amber standing behind us.

"Look who it is!" said PJ.

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear," she said.

"We weren't talking about you," PJ said.

"I know I just always wanted to say that," she said as she sat next to him, "Hey Jake."

"Hey Amber," I said.

"So…?" she said.

"So what?" I said.

"Who's doing who?" she said.

"No-" I started to say but PJ interrupted me.

"Stacey and Tim!"

"No they're not!" said Amber, "They're in the library working on their essays."

"That's what they want you to think," said PJ.

"Stop trying to start stuff," said Amber, "Stacey would never do that to Jacob. Even though Tim is deliciously gorgeous and has a crush on her. She loves you Jake."

That was something I already knew. It doesn't look like Stacey has told anyone about me not telling her I love her. I wasn't worried about this Tim guy. If Stacey wanted to be with him she would have last semester when I was gone. She wouldn't go through this and then just break up with me for some guy.

Just then my phone vibrated. Someone was calling me, and I was hoping it was Stacey.

"See that's probably Stacey now," Amber said punching PJ in the shoulder.

"Damn woman! That hurt!" he said.

I looked at the caller I.D. It was unknown. I don't usually answer those calls since they're probably someone trying to sell you something or ask for money.

"It's unknown," I said.

"They're probably almost done though," said Amber.

"Well Tim can't be that great then," said PJ.

"Will you let it go, man," I said.

"I will try to contain myself for the sake of my woman and my boy," said PJ.

"Thank you!" Amber and I said at the same time.

My phone stopped vibrating and I put it back in my pocket.

"So you guys want to do anything tonight?" PJ asked.

"We could go see a movie," I said.

A movie sounded good right about now. Sitting there in the dark and getting sucked into another reality would do me good.

"Ah," Amber gasped, "We could go on a double date!"

"That's really cheesy!" PJ said.

"No it's not!" said Amber, "It'll be cute and fun and my favorite, dark."

PJ turned to Amber and said, "Okay, I'm in!"

I smiled and shook my head and said, "What about Janie?"

It wouldn't be a double date if someone was left as the third wheel.

"Oh please, she's so busy lately being stuck up her new friend's ass," said Amber, "She won't care if we go without her."

"Okay. I'll call Stacey later and tell her what's up," I said.

Then my phone vibrated again. I looked at it and it said unknown again.

"It's the same person," I said.

"Just answer it and tell them to shove off," said PJ, "That's what I do."

He was right. If I didn't answer it, they would just keep calling.

I answered the phone and said, "Hello?"

No one said anything.

"Is anyone there?"

"Hello?"

I hung up.

"Well it couldn't have been that important," said PJ.

"So did anyone come and fix you guy's window yet?" Amber asked.

"No not yet, but if they don't do it by tonight I'm calling someone and complaining," I said.

"Yeah, our room was freezing last night," said PJ, "You could have hung meat in there."

"The same thing happened to mine, Stacey's and Drea's room at Hillcrest," said Amber, "It was so cold you could see my nipples through all of my shirts."

"Kinky," said PJ.

Just then my phone vibrated again. This was starting to get aggravating.

"Again?" said Amber.

I got my phone back out and answered it.

"Whoever this is either talk or stop calling me," I said.

Not a single word. Then I got the eerie feeling that I dreaded. It was a different kind of eerie though. Mysterious phone calls are never good. Especially when no one talks on the other end. A stalker, a break-in, and a strange phone call. This week keeps getting better and better.

Amber then grabbed the phone out of my hands and said, "Look! If you don't stop calling I will personally hunt you down and rip your throat out! Stop calling!"

She hung up and gave the phone back to me.

"There you go Jacob," she said.

"The threat was a nice touch," said PJ.

"Really? You don't think it was too much?" said Amber.

"No not at all," I said.

Now I guess I better add weird phone calls to the this is why Jacob's life is a living hell list. I wonder if you can die of stress overload because if so I think I could right about now. Stacey's busy at the library so I can't talk to her. I guess I'll call Trevor to see what he thinks about this.

"Look I'm going to go guys," I said.

"Don't let some stupid phone call freak you out Jake," said PJ.

"I'm not. I'm just going to work on some homework," I said.

"It's the weekend though man," he said.

"I know. I just want to get caught up so I don't have to do it last minute. I'll see you guys later."

"Alright," he said.

"Bye blue eyes," said Amber.

"Bye," I said.

I got up and threw my trash away and headed out towards the dorm. I know I went kind of crazy on PJ last night. I really don't want to put another worry in his mind. It's just a phone call in which no one talked on the other line. That's sort of normal. Who am I kidding? The phone call couldn't have been a coincidence. I mean they called three times. If it was the wrong number and they were too scared to say something, they wouldn't call two more times.

I finally made it back to our room. It wasn't really cold outside but when the wind blew it was kind of chilly. That made our room a little on the cold side even though it was daytime. I took my jacket and my shoes off and laid on my bed.

I stared up at the ceiling for a little while and then I sat up and looked at my side table. I didn't remember what I put in the drawers so I opened the first one. It had some loose change and some receipts, typical stuff. I closed that drawer and opened the bottom one. Laying on top was my crystal cluster rock. I picked it up and put it in my right hand. I ran my finger over the top and sides of it. This rock was a way that Stacey and I were connected. I gave her one. She still has it and uses it when she needs to. I think I'll be putting mine to use in the near future. I put the rock back down into the drawer and I noticed a book.

I picked it up and realized that it's not a book. It's my journal. Before my accident, I wrote in this journal every morning when I woke up. It has everything in it. Me dreaming about Stacey before I knew who she was and me dreaming about my own death. My parents gave it to Stacey while I was gone. She gave it back to me when she came to Colorado. She thought that me reading things that I wrote would help me remember. It did a little but not as much as she hoped it would.

Since my accident, I don't write in it anymore. I just don't feel like it's something I need to do. I kept it because it's a part of me. The old part of me. I have read every entry in this journal a million times since Stacey gave it to me. It's surreal reading thoughts that you know you wrote down but you don't remember thinking them. I mean I remember some of these things but not all of them.

I closed the journal and put in back into the drawer. I decided that I better call Trevor now instead of later. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

Ring!

Ring!

Ring!

"Hello?"

"Hey it's me Jacob."

"Oh, hey man."

"What have you been doing?"

"Nothing just school. Boring stupid school."

"It can't be that bad."

"Oh yes it is."

I laughed.

"Porsha told me about the break-in Jake," he said.

"Yeah coincidence, huh?"

"It could be man. You never know."

"Yeah but coincidences don't happen to me. That's actually what I was calling you about."

"What? The break-in?"

"No coincidences. I got a strange phone call earlier today."

"What was strange about it?"

"Oh the person who was calling me never talked or even uttered a sound. It was dead silence on the other end."

"Maybe it was the wrong number and they were too chicken to say something."

"Yeah that's what I thought the first time. But by the third time, that theory went out the window."

"Man, can your life ever be normal?"

"No because that would be to easy."

"This whole thing is getting weirder and weirder."

"Tell me about it. You think it's just me being paranoid now?"

"I don't know man, but it sounds like something's up. That's just too weird."

"Yeah I'm getting ready to rip my hair out."

"Stacey wouldn't date a bald guy so don't do that."

I laughed.

"Stacey does know about all this right?" he said.

"Yeah. Everything but the phone call. I haven't told her about it because I haven't talked to her today."

"I think Stacey would be the better person to talk to about this considering her past."

"Yeah, but she still thinks it's me being paranoid."

"Well man it might be."

"What do you mean? You just said this whole thing is weird."

"Yeah I know. Sometimes weird shit happens, but sometimes that shit is real. You never know. Just talk to Stacey about it."

"Yeah, I'm waiting on her to get done at the library and then I'll talk to her."

"Okay, man."

"Alright, talk to you later Trevor."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Well Trevor seemed to come over to my side a little. Now the challenge is to get Stacey over. Today is not my day.