He watched her as she climbed into the truck with that…that guy. He had only seen him once and that was at BOA. He shivered in the cool breeze and pulled his long black trench coat around his body to repel the cold air that had seeped into his coat through the opening and the bottom. His ice blue eyes searched the empty field, and found a lavender sweater lying on the sidelines.

He waited until the truck was out of sight until he walked over and unlatched the soccer fields gate and walked onto the soccer/marching band field. He walked over and bent down picking it up and holding it close to his body for a moment…this is what he had been waiting for…excuse for her to come over to his house for a few hours. Perfect. He pulled down the black beanie lower over his close cropped dirty blond hair; it really was starting to show that it was December. You could finally feel it in the air.

He walked off the field with the jacket and began to walk back home, lifting the jacket up to his nose and sniffing it. It smelt just like he remembered her to smell like…jasmine with a hint of baby powder. He shivered slightly again, but this time it wasn't from the cold. He was going to get her back, by any means nessicery.

He tossed the jacket on his large bed in his room and signed into his messenger; he was dressed in a pair of black boxers and was shirtless. Having just woken up he yawned as he went through the usual process of signing into AIM, he just hoped that she was on and still not with that guy from yesterday. He was shocked when she IMed him first, it was after all the day before Christmas Eve, hell she should have been shopping.

Guardie187: hey, whats up?

Trumpetpup67: just rolled out of bed actually, you?

Guardie187: ive been reading and writing on and off all morning, its only 11:43.

Trumpetpup67: hey, have you been missing your jacket lately?

Guardie187: yeah…been wondering where in the world it is, why? you have it?Trumpetpup67: yup, want to come by my house and get it tomorrow, and possibly

hang out like old times?

Guardie187: sure, what time?

Trumpetpup67: um, around 6:00? and stay until around 11:00?

Guardie187: sure, see you then, laters

Trumpetpup67: ttyl

He signed off and grinned, everything was going to plan so far. He pulled his black 2004 show shirt over his head and pulled on a pair of khaki cargos. Slipping his feet into his plain black VANS he grabbed his skateboard and his trench coat and slipped out of his front door unnoticed, but then too…no one ever noticed him.

Jennifer sat back in disbelief staring at the unclosed conversation…it had been short granted but it effected her…why in the hell did she agree? She knew that he now was single, and she knew that he didn't know about Adam…did he? Could Kyle have guessed, or seen something? She knew that they didn't know each other that was impossible.

Her and Kyle were one of the many relationships that had sparked during summer marching band camp at her high school. The sophomore trumpet had asked the freshman guard member out during the second week of band camp during lunch break. She had said yes willingly, and that sparked a true marching band relationship, it had started during the early weeks of camp, and had ended the day after the End of Marching Season party. The most that they had shared together was a few 'I love yous' and a few kisses on the cheeks and lips.

They had taken it slow, and that was what she had wanted. When it came down to when they were beginning to get more serious, he had broken up with her to be with one of her good friends, while after a few weeks she consented to be with Adam, the guy that she had met before Finals at BOA. Her first BOA was a high charged, exciting competition, they had been so close to winning, but yet…she had won in her mind. She now had Adam, and she was completely and totally happy.

Getting up out of the computer chair, she walked over to her bed and laid down thinking. How was she going to tell Kyle about Adam? It was going to be hard enough to just hang out with him and not touch him…as much as she hated to admit it; she still had very strong feelings for Kyle, feelings that weren't going to go away anytime soon.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair; this wasn't going to be easy that's for sure. The thing that she wanted to know about, was how in the hell did he get her jacket? As far as she knew she was the only one who ever really used to field anymore, at least until Soccer season started up again…and then too, the last time she remembered having it was walking to the field yesterday morning. She looked over to her flag bag which was standing in the corner…why her? If anything he was stalking her…and that creeped the living shit out of her. Inside of her she knew that he wouldn't, couldn't harm her but yet she really wasn't so sure. This was the first time in her life that she began to get really scared…not only for her relationship with Adam, but for her own safety.