Joey walked into school searching the halls for Dawson. She couldn't find him, but she did find Pacey.
"Hey Pacey, where's Dawson?"
"I'm not sure. Hey Jo, nice jacket. That real leather?"
"Yeah. You really like it?"
"Makes you look tough. Where'd you get it?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Oh I get it. Leather jacket from the mystery man."
"Sure Pace, you got it all figured out."
"No really, I know about these things. Guys give girls their jackets to mark them, let others know that they're taken. You might want to take it off though, cause Dawson's coming up right behind you."
Joey turned to see Dawson walking down the hall. "Hey Pace, Jo. Joey, nice jacket. Who's is it?"
"Not you too!" Joey turned and stormed down the hall.
Dawson looked at Pacey, "what was that about?"
"I just told Joey about the traditional guy gives girl jacket thing. She didn't deny it, so it must be true."
"But who gave it to Joey?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Dawson followed Joey the rest of the day, trying to catch a glimpse of the guy Joey was seeing. She went to her classes, stopped by the Icehouse, and went home. Nothing unusual there. But Dawson couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Joey would have told me, wouldn't she? Dawson didn't realize he was standing outside Joey's bedroom window.
She came outside, "Dawson? What are you doing here?"
"I just came by, to, talk to you. See how you were."
"Dawson, have you been following me? I had a strange sense that you were around me all day today."
"God, I'm sorry Joey. Pacey started talking about the jacket and some guy, and well, I guess I got jealous."
"What is it with this guy thing? What makes you think I'm seeing someone?"
"The jacket. You are wearing someone's leather jacket, so I just figured..."
"Dawson," Joey began. She took his hand and they sat down by the water. "There is no guy. Dawson, some of my dads things were sent to us the other day by my grandmother. She had a whole bunch of my mothers clothes, and this jacket. It's my mothers' Dawson, at least it was my mothers."
Dawson looked at her sympathetically. "I'm sorry Joey. I shouldn't have assumed..."
"It's okay Dawson. Can we just drop this other guy thing?"
"Sure. If it means anything, the jacket looks good on you."
"Thanks Dawson."

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