~a/n: a quick explanation-I named the football player Jojo at Mrs. Crane's request. Please don't hurt me..

C h a p t e r F i v e

"What?"

James hastily repeated his experience to Violet over the phone. His tone worried her. "I think I just met your strange admirer."

"Are you alright?" she asked, her common sense insisting to the back of her mind that it she was no more worried for James then she would be if it were any of her other friends.

"I'm all in one piece, but the bastard pulled a knife!" his shaking voice replied. "He said he'd seen me around you and that I better leave you alone."

"This is too dangerous," Violet said, her heart sinking horribly. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this James, and I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore."

"You have got to be kidding me, Violet. What the hell kind of gentlemen would I be if I left the poor lady all alone to defenseless against this lunatic?? You're not get rid of me that easily, Violet Bauldilare."

She smiled faintly, relief coursing through her. "Thank you."

"I think I'm having an idea, Violet, but I need to think some more. Can I talk to you tomorrow?"

she smiled. "Sure."