It was that stupid ghost again, following me like a magnet to metal. Why, just because I was one of the few people who could see them, did I have to deal with their annoying antics? I mean, it’s bad enough that I got hit on by the living but the dead, too?
I really couldn’t catch a break.
“For the last time,” I snapped, my face twisted in frustration. “I don’t date dead people!”
Jack, the horny and incredibly annoying spirit who had been following me around for the past hour, laughed arrogantly, throwing his head back and moving closer to me.
“Why not? What do those people have that I don’t, baby?” he asked me overconfidently, motioning from the other people, the living people, to himself.
I stopped and looked at him for a moment as if he were the village idiot, which is what he apparently was.
“Other than a beating heart and a body?” I retorted.
“So over rated, sweet cheeks,” he scoffed, smoothly looking down at his appearance and brushing the nonexistent dust from the cloth in an obvious attempt to look cool.
I wasn’t buying it one bit.
Laughing coldly, I continued my walking, hoping that if I just kept at it, he would eventually give up and leave me alone. Then again, that’s what I’d thought during the first few minutes of meeting him. But he followed and continued to overestimate his ability to swoon women.
He got in front of me, walking backwards so he could face me. He wasn’t even that good looking anyways. Making a little pout, he broke the silence.
“Why so cold?” he crooned.
I stayed silent.
“You know you haven’t even told me you’re name yet,” he pressed, cocking his head to the side coyly.
“Why would I ever want to do that?” I snapped, hands on my hips.
“Why?” he asked, pretending to be surprised. “Because I’m Jack Meyers, that’s why.”
I kept walking, arms folded against my chest.
“Well I guess that changes everything…” I muttered under my breath.
“What did you say?” he inquired with an attitude.
I sighed. “Nothing.”
Jack put a hand in front to me, bringing my brisk pace to a screeching halt.
“Seriously, though,” he began. “Us ghosts can do just as much to other people as the living can.’
Then he added, “And it helps when one of us finds a hot, sexy lookin’ thing like you to motivate us…”
He reached out for my chest but I walked right through him instead, getting that tingly feeling you get when you’re nervous as I merged with his evanescent form.
“You are such a pervert,” I spat at him as I left him behind me.
“What are you trying to say?” he asked, a frustrated look poised on his face.
I laughed callously, throwing my head back to add to the effect.
“What? Do I have to spell it out for you?” I shot to him. “I’m just not interested.”
As he stayed silent, stunned by rejection, I picked up a muddy stick and wrote him a message on the concrete wall to give him a hint.
Before leaving him behind, I looked the spirit up and down, taking one last good glance.
“Read it. Maybe you’ll learn something from it,” I said unemotionally.
As I walked away, I heard him yell after me, “What the hell is ‘Get an afterlife’ supposed to mean?”
