Date: Thu, 21 Oct 2010 21:13:07 -0400
From: Davis B <i.am.sa5m@gmail.com>
Subject: Jumper chapter 5-high school

This story is completely fictional and if it may offend you in any way do
not read it. It contains many things illegal and that is why it only fake
:) thanks for reading.

	How did I end up here? It was a Sunday and I sitting inside a local
community center sitting leaning on a moon bounce while kids screamed
inside. I mean I couldn?t really say no when I got a call from the
counselor yesterday asking me to volunteer. She said if I did it I could
use the hours as extra credit and use it on any class, not that I needed
it. I figured maybe Cleo could use it to catch up or something. Anyway, now
I?m sitting here trying to focus on my book as I glance at my watch waiting
for the 5 minutes to be up and a new group of kids to go in. I found it
hard to focus on my book with the kids screaming in the background, and the
camera flash every now and then. I held the book open in my hand and looked
around. There were kids everywhere and a lot of parents too. No boys my age
to stare at while I wait.

My watched beeped. Time to switch the kids. I counted out the next six kids
to go in, two of which had returned for the third time. As the kids were
climbing in and out I turned back to my book. Excuse me?? I looked up, a
man about 5'10 bald, wearing glasses, in perfect shape and on the more
muscular side was looking at me. He looked to be about in his mid thirties
and was wearing a blue Nike shirt and silver sports pants with a pair of
Nike shocks. Through his square glasses I could see he had blue eyes. He
reminded me of a bald, muscular, Greg Kinnear. Can my son go in? We have to
leave soon, and he hasn?t gone in yet.  Now normally anyone that age
wouldn?t have attracted me, reminding me to much of my father or of the
real world that was waiting for me. There were multiple reasons, but this
man just caught my eye. I had learned long ago that age does matter and
maybe you can fool yourself, but you can?t fool anyone else. I waved him in
trying not to look away from my book. As the boy raced past me to dive into
the moon bounce I got a good look at him. He was small with blond hair cut
short, blue eyes, and a mischievous grin on his face. It made me smile.

	Hey, weren?t you at the PTA meeting? I looked up thinking he was
talking to me. Of course he wasn?t. Instead he was talking to a brown
haired lady who looked like a model with kids. Oh yeah! I?m Tara, nice to
meet you. They shook hands and I realized that I was still noticeably
staring. I looked back into my book, but continued to eavesdrop. Are you
new around here? I haven?t seen you. Tara said. He hesitated for a
second. Yeah, my son is in 1st grade, we started here at the beginning of
the semester. She smiled a beautiful smile of blinding white teeth. My son
is in first grade too!  He acted surprised, and I couldn?t tell if he was
serious or not. Well we should get them together sometime. Sounded like an
excuse for a date to me. I was waiting for a surprise when a loud smack
came from the moon bounce. I turned and the blonde kid who belonged to the
hot dad had fallen into a side and caused a mini cave in. Drew, be careful!
The Hottie-Dad called over his shoulder. I sighed; I was going to have to
go in there to avoid getting in trouble by the other parents. I was taking
off my shoes when someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned and there was
Hottie-dad. Hey, if you could wear him out a bit before we leave that would
be great. I flashed a fake smile too the dad. Glad too. Every kid left that
moon bounce with their hair sticking straight up and a dazed look on their
face. It was good they were young, because no one would believe them that
the mysterious moon bounce worker caused them to free fall for ten seconds
before landing back in the moon bounce. I laughed. I was deflating and
folding the moon bounce and out of the corner of my eye I saw Model mom and
hottie-dad picking up trash. Guess she convinced him to do some real PTA
work.  Drew was running around with a balloon hitting it up and down while
holding onto the string. Drew, time to go! The boy stopped knocked out of
his trance by his dad?s voice. He let go of his balloon. And then watched
it drift toward the clouds. I watched it for a couple of seconds before I
jumped grabbed the balloon in mid-air and jumped back in front of the
boy. He looked up at me and smiled a smile with one of his front teeth
missing. That was impressive.  Hottie-dad said as he approached us. You
should?ve run the magicians booth. I smiled a half-hearted smile. It was
nothing. He extended his hand. My name is Tim. I shook it. ?I'm Sam.?  He
smiled a charming smile and I knew I was about to do something I would
regret.

	6 days later I was standing on the doorstep in the freezing cold
thinking about the previous week. Cleo went to school and danced. As
expected she was amazing and everyone there was confused about her history
as she told them she had never danced before but yet was the one of the
best dancers there. She was the only person I had ever met who could become
that intimidating in their first week of school. She got to completely skip
the new kid phase. Layla had made me feel like I had done that too. Those
thought made me sad though, so I pushed them out of my mind. Cleo and I
were called the vampires. Not because we were part of some animal
sacrificing bloodsucking cult, but because we sat alone at lunch and
without much to say we kind of just sat there and stared. Our pale
Complexions and our new hairstyles we looked like the vampires from
twilight. Beautiful and unapproachable.

	The door opened and then there was Tim standing there. He smiled
and I walked in the door. I looked around his house. He had a regular sized
house, it looked like it had just been moved into because there were barely
and decorations on the wall. Just the essentials. He was telling me
something, but I wasn?t listening. ?You got that?? I zoned back in. ?He can
be kind of a handful sometimes, so call me with any problems.? I smiled to
myself. ?I think I can handle it.? If only he knew what I could handle. ?So
did you just move in?? I asked.  He was looking in the mirror fixing his
clothes, which I was just noticing. He was wearing jeans, a red polo button
down, with a black jacket over it. He looked hot. ?No, I just got a
divorce, and my wife chose to move out, and she took most of the stuff.? I
was surprised. He was dating right after a divorce and he didn?t even seem
bothered to talk about it. ?How long ago was the divorce?? he was doing a
final check. ?8 months ago.? So not so recent I thought. ?Anyway, Drew is
in the living room watching tv, and I shouldn?t be gone too late. Just call
if you need anything.? I followed him into the living room where he said
goodbye to Drew, kissed him on the head, and then walked past me out the
door.

	I heard a car door open and close, and even though I knew that it
was probably Tim, I still tensed up like it could have been an intruder,
ready to fight. Drew had been asleep for at least an hour, the boy seemed
like he would never tire. Eventually he crashed, but I was exhausted. I
stood up and faced the doorway and as Tim walked in a waft of air blew in
behind him, and the smell of perfume and wine blew over me. He staggered a
bit, but for the most part he didn?t seem drunk. He dropped his keys on the
hall table and walked into the living room. ?How?d it go?? he asked then
moved towards the kitchen. He opened the fridge, and pulled out a beer and
a coke. He popped open the beer on the table, and slid the beer on the
table over to me. We took seats on either sides of the table. ?He was good,
a lot of energy, but good.? Tim laughed, and that caused me to smile. ?So
how did the date go?? Tim took a sip of his beer, swallowed, and rolled his
eyes. ?She was nice but I?m not sure she?s the one, ya know?? I scoffed and
smiled. ?Not really, my love life has been kind of bad lately.? Another sip
of his beer, there was a silence. Which I filled by taking a sip of my
Coke. ?Why because your last two boyfriends hate you now?? I choked on my
Coke. ?What?? He started laughing. ?There?s a hate page for you on
Facebook.? I sighed, I guess I wasn?t too surprised. I wouldn?t let a
random guy in my house around my child. ?Well why did you and your wife
break up?? A big sip of his beer ?I cheated on her.? I didn?t know what to
say but I guess he read my expression. ?She cheated on me first, but it
couldn?t be proven. Thankfully she was so caught up in this guy she let me
have custody of drew, and then he broke up with her and the judge wouldn?t
change his mind. Saying a that her choices showed bad judgment. It all
worked out really well.? I didn?t know if that was how I would put it, but
I thought the whole Two wrongs don?t make a right applied here. ?So did you
keep a relationship with the girl you cheated on her with?? He didn?t move
his head, but moved his eyes. So at this angle, he had a very mischievous
look on his face. ?Who said anything about it being a girl??

To be continued??email me at bergyfresh@yahoo.com to tell me what you
think, give me ideas, or criticize?