I pull the phone out of my pocket and compose a text.
Jethro stood up, supporting the box and swatting at dust motes on his jeans. I hid it because I was asked to by someone I cared about.Moving toward the table, he placed the offering in the centre. She asked me to give this to you. She knew Id come for you once she was gone, but she also knew I was different.
I couldnt move. I couldnt take my eyes off the carton. Different?She caught me one day. She caught me before I had the chance to have another lesson. She didnt fully understand what I was, but she guessed enough that it made her trust me. I wanted to tell her not to be so stupid. I was still my fathers son. But she didnt give me a choice.She told me I would fall in love with you. She told me you would win. She also told me that if I let you help me, everything could be different.
A tear glassed my vision then spilled over. Talking about my mother, learning new memories I didnt share was wondrous as well as bittersweet.I didnt notice Id moved forward until my fingers traced her initials. She told you all of that?
Jethro chuckled quietly. She told me a lot of things. She also told Kes. I think she preferred him over me—he was the one everyone fell in love with—but she trusted us with different tasks.
I finally met his eyes, tearing mine from the box. What did she make you do?Guys like him? Surely college will be a short blip on the roadmap of his life, a pit stop on the way to bullying co-workers, business partners, and probably women.
This guy? Hes a douchebag—one with a capital D.Blinking myself out of our stare-down, my blue eyes travel around the table, mooring on the hulky blond guy tapping away on his keyboard, head bobbing to whatever music is bumping through those shiny black Beats. Then they land on the Latino slouched deep in his chair, staring at the ceiling and chewing on a yellow number two pencil.
Last but not least? The guy with the thick neck and thicker tattooed arms.Fascinated, I lower my head to peer coyly from beneath my long lashes; hes clearly trying to focus on his work, aggravation with his rambunctious tablemates marring his handsome face and causing his shoulders to strain. Every so often, he shifts restlessly in his seat before giving his head a shake.