A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

In the classroom, the teacher was lecturing meticulously.

Kate was sitting there with a pen in her hand and writing something in her notebook. But she wasn’t listening to the teacher.

Running into Jimmy yesterday was like throwing a stone into the peaceful lake of her heart.

Some suppressed emotion came back to the surface.

She could still feel Jimmy’s breath. They were once that close-she could not help to measure the distance with the pen in her hand. Her fingers moved on the pen to imagine the distance between them.

It was weird and probably inappropriate to have fantasies about him still, especially after she had had sexual relations with Tristan and had indelible marks on her body. It was disrespectful or even insulting to both him and her first love.

Kate indulged in her meditation and was self-abandoned at the moment.

When she came back to her senses, she found the page was full of Jimmy’s name. She tore it off hastily, squeezed it into a ball, and put it into her pocket. She looked around and found everyone was listening attentively and was glad to see nobody noticed her action, let alone read her mind.

During the break, Kate took out that paper ball spread it, and tore it into pieces, and threw it into the dustbin at the back of the classroom.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Seeing the pieces flying down from her fingers like snowflakes, she felt she was saying goodbye to her first love. First love, it was the throne she put Jimmy on. It was now just an extravagant memory of hers.

When the last piece of paper fell into the dustbin, Kate rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. She and he were bound to be poles apart.

At the same time, Jimmy was sitting in his office for once, a rare time without field service. He was clicking the keyboard of the computer to write a report on yesterday’s action.

The plan for removing the gangsters in LA had begun at the beginning of the year. Yesterday was one part of the plan. He was in charge of the field, detecting and informing his teammates to come at the right time to arrest the culprits at the scene.

After he finished the last word of his report, he threw it to the clerk in his office for polishing his wording. Jimmy rubbed his temples and was distracted; he thought of the scene in the alley.

He sighed and pulled out the drawer of his desk, and took out a black cover notebook.

Aunty Aileen, the wife of Jimmy’s hero Uncle Jack, had called and told him that she found a notebook while she was rearranging her house. It looked like some work notes, so she called to ask him if he wanted to see it.

Jimmy was excited and went to get it. But after he came back, he browsed it all night and was disappointed. Uncle Jack was rigorous in solving a case, but unfortunately, his writing was illegible. Plus, the notes were for himself only, so the scrawl was indecipherable to Jimmy.

Jimmy took the notebook and flipped through one last time, and then put it back in the drawer and locked it. He leaned back in the chair and raised his hand to his eyes.

In the sunshine, his fingers were long, with thick calluses at the inner side of the palm. He reflected on the feeling of touching another smooth and gentle hand and got distracted.

When he was in love with Linda, she always asked him, “Do you love me?”

He was impatient to this affected dialogue and always replied perfunctorily, and later, he simply ignored her. She would sigh and say, “You don’t love me,” or “You don’t know about love at all.”

He was speechless and amused at her words. He asked, “You know? Tell me what love is.”

Linda thought for a while and then said seriously, “All in all, love is missing another person. Sometimes you will feel bitter, sad, angry, jealous, contradictory…”

Jimmy almost wanted to fall asleep. And she concluded, “It is a feeling that you don’t feel for any other people except him. And love will make you turn into a different person.”

Jimmy took it as a joke, but now he had to admit that he was missing someone.