Chapter 2! Yay! Disclaimer:I own nothing. Please Review.

When I got to the nurse I convinced her to send me home. I had that affect on people. I could easily get whatever I wanted with a few choice words and the right gestures. I got to my small house, that I lived in by myself, and called Phillip Black. I told everything to him and since his school hadn't started yet I figured it was a safe bet he was there.

I dialed his house and got his dad, Jacob Black, after two rings.

"Hello?"

"Hello Mr. Black, this is Jenna, is Phil home?"

"Sure Jenna."

"Jen? What's up?" Phil said in a cheerful, boisterous voice. I winced as he said a nickname I would rather forget.

"Hey, are you busy?"

"Nah, see you in a little bit?"

"Yeah." I hung up and got back in my car, already smiling at the fact that I'll get to see him. Phillip was a junior, only a year younger than myself. He knew everything about my old life and knew what I was going through. He could be a complete jerk at times but he also understood when it was too much.

It took me fifteen minutes to get to his house. He was waiting outside for me. I got out of the car and walked over to him.

"Come on, Jen, I been inside all day. Let's go to the beach." He started walking and I followed.

"Stop calling me that! You of all people know I hate it." I shouted after him.

"Right, right. Dead boyfriend forgot, sorry."

My temper flared as my heart threatened to burst. "I didn't come all this way for you to torment me. There's a reason I came here instead of being at school."

"Sorry dove. I know it's a tender subject, but the sooner you get over it the sooner you'll marry me." He said in a teasing voice with underlining seriousness.

"Ok that's it I'm gone." I tried leaving but he tugged at my arm.

"My deepest apologies Jenna McCloren. Can you find it in your black heart to forgive me?"

I smiled slightly. "Maybe, if you agree to listen to me rant a bit."

"Always at your service." He swept a big bow.

"First, I'm never falling in love again and you know why. Second, I only want a friend, not a flirt. Third, I saw him today. I mean it couldn't really be him but he looked so alike. Granted I only had a glimpse."

"Ah, thought so. Never here just to visit, only when you have a problem."

"Phil I'm serious!" I complained. I hate it when he did this, which was frequent.

"So am I! It's been a year and a half. You haven't gotten over him yet. I think it's time to say good-bye." I glared at him. "Fine, maybe not. So who is this look alike?"

"I don't know," I answered, my temper leaving as quickly as it had come, "As I said, I only got a glimpse, but he had gold eyes and extremely pale skin. I know that doesn't sound like him but besides those two differences they could have been twins."

I looked back at Phil to see why he hadn't responded yet. His face was blank, a look I knew when he was trying to hide something. I looked into his eyes; they showed an odd emotion, fury, maybe jealousy. I couldn't pinpoint it before he snapped out of it.

"Just ignore him. I think you should go home though. It's getting late."

Confused I stumbled to my car. It was barely noon. Usually he begged me to stay for hours on end and I had only been here a few minutes. As I drove, I looked back. Instead of smiling waving Phil, he was lost in thought and what seemed like anger. That was definitely odd. I drifted my gaze to the ring on my left hand. It stood there as a sparkling reminder that love hurts when it was taken away. I jerked my gaze to the road thinking of Phil's odd behavior.

The rest of the week was uneventful. I took Phillip's advice and although we had three classes together, I didn't make contact. It was actually easy because he didn't talk with anyone.

It was finally Friday. I made plans to go out with Laura, Ashley and Stacie on Sunday, but I shouldn't have too much to do.

I was walking from eighth period, thinking about the weekend. I lived on my own so it would be quiet. Suddenly someone grabbed me and pulled me into a dark crevice between to buildings. Whoever was holding me put a rag over my face, stifling my scream.

"Sorry Jenna, but I can't let history repeat itself." A hauntingly familiar voice said. The rag must have been poisoned because I blacked out.

Yay cliffhangers. without them my story would be empty. Sorry but dont fear the next chapter shall be posted... whenever i get around to it.