Chapter 22

• Amelia couldn’t believe her eyes. It was as if she had suddenly been plunged into a trance.
• How long had it been? 15, 20 years? She couldn’t remember. What she could remember, was the rugged way Jack carried himself back in high school. She still remembered his bad boy vibes, the way his hair was always spiked like thorns. How he always pulled his pants below his waist, and shoved his hands in his pockets, always bouncing wherever he went. Back then, he was the darling of many girls in school. His bad boy demeanor that always landed him in trouble only seemed to turn them on and excite them even more. He used to be a chain smoker back then, and had a dragon tattoo drawn on the side of his neck.
• But now, it was as if Amelia was seeing a completely different human being all together. His spiked hair was now neatly gelled and styled, his pants hung firmly on his waist and he had on a neatly ironed white shirt, contrary to the leather jackets he was notorious for back then. His dragon tattoo was still there, but was carefully hidden by the collar of his shirt. To top the incredulous equation all up, he had a pair of glasses on!.