That's My Jam Season 2 Novels & Stories

Jamaal and mystery man. ******

Guiding me with a firm hand on the small of my back, we reach the sanctuary of his car, he whips the passenger side door open, offering me a lifeline out of the chaos. As soon as I'm ensconced in the safety of the leather seats, Andrei slips into the driver's side and slams the door shut. My mind is racing a mile a minute. Jamie's dead? I'm struggling to process the news. Is it really the Jamie I know? I glance over at Andrei, but he's not ready to talk. The chaos, the confusion, it's all still raw and fresh in my mind, but watching it play out on TV adds a layer of surrealism that's almost comical.

They grunt, twist, and fail spectacularly. Jamal snarls in frustration before swiping a claw through the siding of the camper, ripping open a whole section of it. Finally, he and Casen manage to get inside. You know, we could’ve just held up some sheets for you to change behind after the rest of us were dressed, I mindlink him, smug. Smartass. Jamal growls. You couldn’t have said that before I attacked this stupid metal behemoth? I think I splintered a claw.

It broke my heart to see him in this state, which was a contrast to the normal Jamey I knew. “Do you like music?” I asked changing the subject. “I guess, who doesn’t?” he relied. Reaching for my phone, I press play on my favorite playlists. The sound of Earned it by the weekend blasted through my speaker and bounced off the walls of my apartment. Putting the dishes away on the rack I turned to see Jamie staring at me, I watch as his eyes glance from my legs, to my hardened nipples. “My eyes are up here” I said, looking at him.