Two days had gone by. Two days, and I still didn't have any answers.

What was happening to me?

Why did I constantly feel like I was on the verge of a panic attack?

How did the bruise on my wrist miraculously heal?

It was exhausting, constantly on edge like this. The weekend had come and gone and I barely even noticed. My days all blurred together recently. Everyday I felt a piece of me missing, everyday I felt incomplete.

As I mindlessly grabbed my things out of my locker for my next class, my eyes scanned the hallway. I was looking for Jack. He was the only person I could think of, besides Caleb, that could answer my questions.

He hadn't been in school yesterday, and I was hoping I'd see him today because I was about to explode with all the feelings that had built up inside me. If I didn't see him today, then I would just have to track down Caleb myself and ask him what the hell was going on.

"Are you okay?"

I jumped as someone stepped up behind me. I turned to see Amanda, gnawing on a Twizzler.

"Yeah," I said, shutting my locker, "I'm fine."

"Want one?" She handed out a red liquorish to me.

"No, thanks," I said, "Have you seen Jack Gardner anywhere?"

She furrowed her brows and gave me a quizzical look, "Why are you looking for Jack Gardner?"

"I just have a few questions for him," I shrugged, nonchalantly.

"I haven't seen him all day," she said, confirming my thoughts. She then spotted Liam walking towards us, "I'll talk to you tomorrow," she said before catching up to him.

I sighed and pulled the straps of my bag over my shoulders, and grabbed my car keys out of the pocket. I didn't even know the first place to look to try and find Caleb, but I was going to have to figure something out because I didn't know how much longer I could take this. I felt like I was being left out of something big, something that I should defiantly be involved in.

As the bell rang and I walked out of the building with all the other students, I saw Lucas leaning against my grandmother's Jeep.

"Hey," I said when I reached him.

"I have a question for you," he grinned and followed me to the driver's side of the car.

"What's that?" I opened the door, but didn't get in, not wanting to be rude, even though I had an inkling of what he was going to ask me.

"Homecoming is in a few weeks, and-"

"I don't really like football," I interrupted him. I wasn't very good at rejecting people, back home there wasn't even anyone to reject, but I still didn't feel comfortable hurting Lucas's feelings.

"We could always just skip the game and just go to the dance together?" He continued, obviously not getting my hint.

"I don't really like going to dances either," I said, awkwardly shrugging.

Lucas sighed, and I got a nervous feeling in my stomach, he seemed annoyed with me. "Well, do you like food? We can just grab something to eat."

I looked down and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "I don't think so, Lucas. I'm sorry."

He sighed again, causing me to look up at him instead of the ground. "Yeah, I figured you'd say that..."

"Then why did you ask?" I questioned.

"I figured I might as well take a shot," he shrugged, disheartened.

"I'm sorry," I said again, feeling bad for hurting him.

"It's whatever," he mumbled before walking off.

I groaned and ran a hand through my hair before getting in the Jeep and starting it up. I turned the radio on and turned the volume up loud, to try and drown out all of the thoughts flowing in. I felt bad for rejecting Lucas, but I already had so many things on my mind right now that I couldn't even begin to explain to anyone that wasn't myself.

Once I got off the main roads and I was on the straight stretch to my grandmother's house, I let myself speed a little. There was only two or three cops that I had seen and some don't even bother coming this far out of town, so the chances of me getting pulled over were slim to none.

I jumped as a loud popping sound came from the back of the Jeep. Suddenly, the wheel jerked to the left and out of my hands. Acting quickly, I took back control of the wheel and steered the Jeep over to the side of the road.

Once I came to a stop and threw the Jeep in park I gave myself a few minutes to breathe. I rested my head on the steering wheel, trying to calm down.

"Holy shit," I whispered to myself as I tried to bring my breathing back to normal.

When I lived in Milwaukee, I didn't drive often. My parents usually had the car, so I took the bus or rode my bike, which I didn't mind. My father gave me a crash corse in what to do in these types of situations, but I didn't think I'd actually be able to keep calm and pull myself together.

I stepped out of the Jeep and the strong scent of burnt rubber hit my nostrils and made me cringe. I covered my nose with my hand as I assessed the damage.

"What the...," I said to myself as I saw my tired ripped to shreds. My tire didn't just pop, it was torn to pieces.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to call my grandmother and tell her what happened. I pulled the phone away from my ear as I heard a beeping noise and then groaned in frustration as I saw a large NO SIGNAL across my screen.

Out of frustration I kicked my broken tire, but with my great hand-eye-coordination I managed to kick the rim of the tire instead of the rubber, smashing my foot against the metal. I quickly grabbed my foot in agony as a pain shot through it.

I grudgingly sat down on the road and sulked, pulling my shoe off to assess the damage. It didn't hurt too bad, if I had to walk the rest of the way home to get help then I could probably do it. The problem wouldn't be my foot, but my stamina. I guessed I wouldn't make it more than a mile, and by then my grandmother would be wondering where I was.

Thinking to myself I figured my best bet was to find cell reception. I shoved my foot back into my shoe and pulled out my phone, holding it upwards and walking mindlessly in front of me.

"Come on, come on," I mumbled to myself as I walked around with my arm in the air. But it was no use, I wasn't getting a signal at all.

I plopped my arm down next to me and looked around for somewhere I could get up higher to try and reach a signal, but the only thing that was around me was trees. Except for the Jeep.

It may not be able to drive, but I could climb on top of it to try and reach a signal. After a brief conversation with myself about if climbing on top of the Jeep was a smart, or even useful, idea I made my way onto the hood. I didn't want to break the windshield so I grabbed onto one of the roof racks and hoisted myself up onto the roof of the Jeep, stepping over the windshield.

I didn't take into account my fear of heights as I moved from my knees to my feet. I took a deep breath to keep myself centered before I took my phone back out and lifted it towards the sky.

My efforts were deemed useless as the NO SIGNAL message remained permanently on my screen.

"Damnit," I cursed, starting to feel helpless as I was running out of options. I sighed and let my arms fall to my sides. I was doing the best I could to hold in my tears as my anxiety started to take over.

"Are you okay?"

A small scream escaped my lips as I heard a voice back down on the ground. I almost lost my balance, but I dropped down to my knees and grabbed onto one of the roof racks to steady me. I wasn't expecting to see anyone because I hadn't seen a car drive by the entire time I was stuck here.

I didn't pay attention as the person jumped onto the step of the Jeep and came face to face with me on the roof. I didn't even take a second to look who it was until he set his hand on mine and I felt the all too familiar sensation of electricity running under my skin where his touch was.

I looked up only to be locked in a caramel gaze because the person who stood in front of me was none other than the person I've been wanting to see for days.

I didn't even have to go searching for him, because Caleb Gardner had found me.