Callie's POV:

"Callie, hon. Time for school!" A voice shouted into my dreams. I woke with a start, sitting upright and breathing hard. My pants filled the empty room as the dream faded from my mind. In the dream, I had found Jasmyne, but the guy took me instead. Not a happy ending, but it was nice to see my best friend's face again, real or not. I stared across the room to my white desk, which held a variety of pictures of me and Jas. Us smiling. Making funny faces. Us with other people. Us in general. We were inseparable. At least, until now.

I plopped back down into my covers, ignoring the fact that I needed to go to school. What was the point anyway? Jas wouldn't be there. Just like she hadn't been for the past 3 weeks. Yep. 3 whole weeks since she disappeared. I felt the blur enter my vision as tears began to form. I had no clue what happened to her. The police keep saying that they'll keep looking, that something will pop up soon. And I keep waiting...and waiting..and waiting. They've found nothing and they just won't admit it. I groaned, wishing I could do something. My hand slipped beneath my pillow, searching for the soft fabric of my one and only hope. Finding it, I yanked it out into the open.

A gray beanie. The one that Jasmyne had worn to school that day. It was still dirty from when I found it. I remember every detail of that moment.

***

I watched as Jasmyne jogged away, laughing at her exit. She was really the best friend I could ever ask for. It wasn't until 5 minutes later that I realized I had her notebook. Cursing, I took off in the direction she went, ignoring the strange looks that were given to me. My bag flapped behind me as I sped, hoping to catch her before she got home. I wasn't looking at my feet when I suddenly pitched forward, the ground coming at my face. My palms slapped the sidewalk, rocks grinding into the skin. I yelped a little bit as I pushed back to a crouch. Looking around, I saw what was the cause.

Someone's backpack lay spread out across the ground. Papers fluttered around like butterflies and folders and notebooks lay strewn across the sidewalk. A gray beanie was at the center of the mess. Jasmyne has a beanie just like that. She wears it all the time. She's never without it. My hands froze, eyes slowly shifting back to the backpack. Darting forward, I yanked out one of the papers that lay concealed inside. My eyes desperately shot to the name at the top. It couldn't be true. Then I read the name.

Jasmyne Warner.

***

I didn't notice the tears that rolled down my cheeks as I recalled the memory. Sniffling, I slid the hat back under my pillow, once again placing it in the worst hiding spot ever. But where else could I put it? Police didn't know I had it. After I had found her stuff, I had called 911. But I took the hat. I don't know why really. Maybe it was to strengthen my resolve to find her. Maybe it was just to have something of hers with me. It was killing me inside to know that she could be anywhere in the world by now. I mean honestly. It's been 3 weeks and the police have nothing. Or at least, they say they do, but they really don't. We all know it.

"Callie! Time for get up." My mother shouted from downstairs. "Breakfast is waiting!"

"It can keep waiting!" I yelled back. School is so not happening. It's out of the question.

"Let's go, Cal!" I heard her voice harden with authority. I stayed quiet, hoping that she would just walk away.

"Callie Anne Harper. You have until three. One. Two." She threatened.

"Okay, okay." I said, slamming my feet to the floor. "Happy?"

"Ecstatic." Ugh, mothers.

Sitting here on the edge of my blue and black comforter, I thought about how school is a waste of time, especially now with what's happened. I should be at home, trying to figure out what happened. It's my job as a best friend to solve the mystery. Letting out a defeated sigh, I threw myself up off the bed, stomping over to my closet. As I threw my hair up in a messy bun, I scanned the hangers for something to fit the occasion. After a while, I gave up, throwing on whatever I saw first. I actually didn't look half bad. Looking in the mirror though, I wanted to cry at the sight my hair was. Letting it down was really hard to do, considering how bad of a hair day I was having.

Scrambling into the bathroom, I plugged the straightener in, using it as soon as it was lukewarm. Rushing back into my room, I threw on my little black hat to cover up whatever bumps I missed. I finished getting ready, brushing my teeth and all that, until I finally ended up in my kitchen. My mom made breakfast alright. Cereal. A box of cocoa puffs, to be specific. Yeah...she tried really hard on this one.

I heard the front door open. "Bye, hon. I'm going to work! Have a great day at school. Love you." With that, my mother left. Finally. Tossing my unused bowl in the sink and placing the cocoa puffs back in the cabinet, I walked into the living room, scooping up the remote. A little t.v. wouldn't hurt. anything. Just as I got settled, the doorbell rang. I glared at the television screen, hoping I'd just imagined the sound. Then a rapid series of knocks occurred.

God damnit.

Placing the remote on the coffee table, I stood up and made my way to the door, catching the time as I went. Still had 15 minutes before school started. Goodie.

"Callie?" A muffled voice asked through the door. "Are you home?"

My glare could have burned through the door, if that were possible. Grasping the knob, I yanked it open. "Who the hell-" I stopped short, staring at the boy in front of me.

"Ethan?"

"We need to talk."

Notes

Hey everyone! Sorry it's been so long...had a long weekend. Anyways:

What are they gonna talk about???

Keep in mind - this is Jasmyne's ex we are talking about! lol let me know what you think!! Please and thanks!

And this is Callie's Outfit!