Hello and welcome to a new Thursday Taster,
the day when awesome writers all over the blogosphere come together to
give you tasty bits of their last fiction. You can find the list here.
We start right where we left off last week.
Jimmy had arrived. I
couldn't see him at first with all the people standing around me but
they seemed to move around to make a way for him to get to the table.
Jimmy had short dark and spicky hair that I wanted to touch just to
have a feel which wasn't really like me. There was no way his hair
could stay up like that naturally and I reminded myself that gel for
guys was always annoyingly sticky. I had heard that many girl
complain about that on their boyfriend. He had dark brown eyes and a
gorgeous smile.
"Wow, that's Jimmy,"
Amy yelled in my ear, "I wonder if he has a girlfriend."
And I wondered if Amy had
ever heard of sticky hair. Why was he late and why was everybody so
happy to see him, I didn't know. He clapped all the guys on the back
and smiled at every girls before turning to Amy and me.
"So those are the
new recruits," he said.
Some how I didn't have
trouble to read his lips and hear him but I didn't like the way he
was saying it. It felt a bit wrong, his teeth seemed too long when he
smiled, like a predator and I was the prey. I pushed my glass away
from me. This time I wasn't drinking anymore. It was as if Jimmy's
presence had turned on my danger radar on big time. Not the
nervousness I had been feeling so far, the black out type of world
recognition that was telling me each time, where are you and what is
the problem at hand? Fix it then you can go home. Except that this
time it wasn't the body of one of my other selves I was in, it was
mine.
"So lets the game
beginning so that we can go to the party," Jimmy said passing
his hand in his hair. He had a tattoo on his wrist. I couldn't make
up the sign but I had seen it somewhere before.
"I think I saw Jimmy
before, he looks familiar," I said to Amy who seemed totally
mesmerized by him. She couldn't take her eyes away from him.
"He is in third
year, and he work in a lab we toured on the first day," she
yelled back in my ears without taking her eyes from him.
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