Jay Jo Windbreaker Novels & Stories

North’s POV I straightened my jacket, smoothing down the fabric. Calvin Klein. East and Winter had already tried to claim it the moment they saw it, arguing over who would wear it next like it already belonged to them. It was one of the many things Jeremy had gotten for me. Part of the image. Part of the role. Dark fitted jeans, a clean white tan top underneath, the jacket sitting perfectly on my shoulders. My hair was done, not too much, just enough to look effortless.

“Of course I am. I ain’t looking for an agent or a sugar daddy, so I don’t need to go around showing my ass.” “Oh, well, if you put it that way.” “Look, we’re going with our men, right? Jeans and tops suit them, and that’s all that matters.” “You’re right. Thank you so, so much, Jo, really!” “Anytime, my friend! See you later!”

He wore the shirt tucked in, with a silver oval belt buckle etched with a rodeo cowboy riding a bucking bronc. Top that with a tan suede Western-style jacket that made his shoulders look wider than usual, and she swore her heart went aflutter. Her heart had never gone aflutter in her life. “Are you ready?” he asked. Oh, yeah. “Um, let me get my coat.” Marva would cringe if she saw this old parka with her nice clothes, but Amy wasn’t about to freeze just to look good. Then again… “How cold is it?” she asked.

I wore it down today for that reason and it keeps sweeping over my face. I blow out air, look down at my long black jacket and smooth it out. It’s cold here, weather is icy, and my boots and coat are a present from Arry after we arrived. I love the real wool, fitted style, double breasted buttoning and very vintage feel. He has nice taste in clothes. It’s one thing I can never fault him for, and he does love to buy me things. It gives me courage to face this, knowing there is something from him, wrapped around me like a hug that I can keep with me all day.

With that thought in mind, Nimalaya grabbed a white barbie animated hoodie and made her way outside to meet Joel. She saw him resting his back to a red Lexus ride with a lit cigarette in between his fingers. He looked so relaxed with his arms and legs crossed. His head was tilted to one side as he took occasional drag from the cigarette and blew the smoke into the air, which took its precious time to disperse into the chilly air. Nima's gaze was fixed on him. He look like a man straight out of a horny woman's fairytale and wet dreams. He could easily passed for a successful model and a popular romance movie male lead.

The other Cami was a fluke, or more likely freak. Joel knocked on my door a few minutes early, but I was ready. He wore a pair of blue and white board shorts with a royal blue t-shirt that brought out the color of his eyes. I locked my gaze to those beautiful eyes because his shirt looked painted on. He had too much bulging muscle for my sanity. I needed to think of him as something like a brother… friends. I could do this.

Jo comes running down the stairs and jumps into Halsey outstretched arms. “Jo!” Halsey squeals. “Ready to go?” “Mhhm!” Jo nods. “Look at everything I packed!” Jo takes Halsey’s hand and leads her to a couch. She unzips her backpack to show the things she packed by herself. “Here are candies!” Jo exclaims. “And cola. Then these are my dollies, my laser beam, my flute, and-” “This isn’t right,” Halsey frowns. “Where’s sunscreen? And spare clothes? Slippers?”

A card was inside, so she opened it after setting the bag on the kitchen table. “Congrats on your first day. Sorry I have been a little out of sorts lately, Jarod.” Josey felt excited suddenly and opened the shopping bag. It was a new winter coat, the same color as the suit jacket Agatha had given her as a gift, except it was thick and sherpa lined with a hood and button closures. “Oh, wow,” she said, looking the jacket over. She tried it on, and it felt nice. It fit her well also. Then, suddenly feeling bad for doubting Jarod’s intentions, she pulled out her cell phone to call him.

The other Cami was a fluke, or more likely freak. Joel knocked on my door a few minutes early, but I was ready. He wore a pair of blue and white board shorts with a royal blue t-shirt that brought out the color of his eyes. I locked my gaze to those beautiful eyes because his shirt looked painted on. He had too much bulging muscle for my sanity. I needed to think of him as something like a brother- friends. I could do this.

Kendra glanced at my usual attire: black denim jacket, a grey plain tee, and black jeans with black timberland's, "I mean, I know it's only autumn but around here it's a miracle to get a day with sunshine and no cold breeze." I took in Kendra's attire. She wore a long-sleeve, off the shoulder, red top probably to match her hair and white skinny jeans that fit her figure like a second skin. White Nike air sneakers covered her feet and she had a white fury wrap over thing to keep her warm but it was doing nothing for her as I watched her shiver each time the wind whirled around us. "I like the cold so I can bare through it but clearly you're suffering." I pointed out, shrugging my denim jacket