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pointed look.
    She laughed nervously. “You were saying about a story…”
    A smile cracked my lips. Amelia feared me like a zebra catching sight of a lioness across the watering hole. It was despairing but hilarious at the same time. “So in my ethics class, our professor showed a western for some insane reason. Not even halfway through the film and most of the class was asleep, I mean like eighty people. I had to chew gum to stay awake, and that almost didn’t help.”
    She put her hand to her forehead. “Of course westerns put people in this day and age asleep. That’s why they stopped making them.”
    I looked at my cell phone to check the time. “I don’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he wanted to take a nap himself.”
    “I bet. Is he old?”
    “He’s like sixty, I think,” I said, sliding my phone into my back pocket.
    “I see.” She looked at the art building. “I need to get going. See ya at the dorm.”
    “Yeah, see you later.” We hugged and parted ways. She ran up to the only building on campus that was painted three different colors: orange, green, and blue. I turned the corner and walked to the psychology building.
     
    ***
     
    During the next few days, work kept piling up. School had barely started, yet I already felt like I was falling behind. Essays and tests were constantly breathing down my neck. What I needed was a break, time to step away from the planner and everything in it. Only I had to finish this week’s assignments before I could enjoy anything. What I truly needed was a freshman to pay off to do my work. Since that only works in movies, I had to deal with all the work on my own.
    To keep myself focused, I went to the Hays Library to study and avoid being distracted. The library was three levels and divided by how much noise was allowed. The first level was the loudest and the third was dead silent. Knowing me, I’d find someone to talk to just so I could waste time and not work on what needed my immediate attention. No, I had to drag myself and my laptop to the third floor.
    Luckily there were only a handful of people nearby. They were scattered around with their noses in books or glued to their laptops. As for me, I found my place at a round wooden table. I spread all my stuff across the surface in a matter of seconds. It was like me to do a twelve-page midterm essay in one day. I needed to get more into school and stop being a damn procrastinator.
    After skimming countless articles and searching websites, I finally had a few pages typed. I was in the middle of a thought when I felt something touch my back. When I turned around, there was not a soul to see. I felt my eyes narrow. Perhaps I was working too hard and it was driving me closer to insanity.
    I was able to let it roll off my shoulder when something on the ground caught my eye. It was a perfect paper airplane. With a quick glance around, I picked it up. After unfolding it, I found that it was completely blank.
    “How strange,” I muttered to myself.
    Turning back to my laptop, I crumpled up the once paper airplane and sat it next to my empty water bottle. It was hard to get back into my essay when the skin between my shoulder blades itched like someone was watching me.
    A few minutes slipped by. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder. Anger licked up my arms and made my heart beat a little faster. What I wanted to do was yell at whoever thought it was funny to toy with me when I had finally buckled down to write my essay. The only thing keeping me from doing that was the “silence zone.” If you broke the rules of the library, you were banned. Harsh but true.
    Take a deep breath and face down the intruder. I nodded at the voice in my head and turned around.
    Was I seeing things?
    The person who stood inches from me was Jason…my Jason.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    “How…how…?” I was at a loss for words. My tongue felt thick in my mouth, preventing me from saying anything that