Mangled Attraction

Watch the Car!!

Jamison slung his backpack over his shoulder, waving a quick goodbye to his girlfriend, Shayla.

They'd been dating for about a week, and he expected to squeeze some more satisfaction from the relationship before he broke up with her in a few days. He had his eyes on a new girl, a blonde, a nice step up from Shayla, he thought.

As a sophomore in college, Jamie was what you would call a "fuck-boy." He was aware of it; he didn't try to change it. He had no qualms about messing around to his heart's content, and he never developed feelings for any of the ladies he had a relationship with. Shayla was clueless, of course, as they always were, and he knew exactly how to play her.

"See you tonight, Shayla," he winked at her and she giggled. With a smirk he pulled out his phone, texting his other blonde target that he would be at her place in an hour.

His grey eyes shone with the reflection of the short and flirtatious reply of two heart emotes. He flipped his light brown hair and smirked.
A crisp, clean reputation around campus gave him plenty of room for his games. He was handsome, smart, and athletic, so it was only natural that he had a lot of admirers. He bounced from girl to girl because he "was busy" and "too polite to turn any girl down."

Perfect excuses. And if anyone said otherwise? Slander.

He slunk out of the classroom and rushed down the hall, flirting with every female he passed, naturally. Entering outside he inhaled the deep, clean Connecticut air, amazed by how smooth his Yale experience was going so far. Getting a scholarship for one year was impressive luck, but one worth two years of tuition? That was pure skill and intellect. He ran a hand through his hair cockily and grinned, making some girl in the parking lot blush and turn away. 

He pulled out his keys and whistled a tune, thinking about how nothing could possibly be any better than his current life. If only his family saw him now...

Before he could hop into his car, a young man slammed into his windshield.

"What the hell, dude? Watch the car!"

The man rolled off of the car hood and onto the ground, where he jumped up on his feet and stared at Jamison with wide eyes. His long hair suggested femininity, but his nose and jaw stood out, making him look unmistakably male. Jamison scowled. Men were the worst, and he prided himself in being surrounded by ladies 24/7. The man's eyes were a peculiar shade of green, and they were glassed over.

"If you damaged this car, man, you're dead," Jamison warned, examining the hood of his car, which was miraculously unscathed. He looked at the perpetrator, who swayed on his feet. His head twitched from side to side. His attention wavered from Jamie to the ground, to the tree behind him.

Jamison looked at the boy uncomfortably, forgetting about the car momentarily, "Hey...Are you drunk or-?"

The stranger lunged at Jamie and screamed. Jamison threw up his hands, ready to defend himself from a drunken attack, fear rippling through him. To Jamie's surprise, the strange man grabbed his arm and hid behind him instead.

The people in the parking lot acted indifferent. A few stopped and stared, but thought little of the ordeal. Jamie tried to push him off without making a scene, but the other man simply tightened his grip. He realized he was shaking, gripped with fear.

"Help," the stranger whispered, "You have to. He is coming, and so are they, the police, the man is after me, I..." His voice trailed off and tears filled his eyes. He turned to the side and began mumbling to himself.

Jamison stood frozen, unable to process the situation.

Get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, His thoughts screamed at him. He buried his mind, forcing himself to ignore the fear inside him.