Fallen Playboy

*Jimmy*

All the girls loved me. I was quite popular with them growing up. I ended up causing four or five girls to fight over who would marry me in second grade. Yes, those were the good old days. Then, I became cursed.

I was on a date then too. She was a fine-looking babe too. Blond hair, pink eyes, nice tits. Ooo! I wanted to nail her when I saw her in the hospital. (Odd place to pick up dates, I know. But, it works. I grab them where I can.) But first, I needed to turn on the good old Jimmy charm. Top game at that.

This nurse was one of those nonsense girls. My favorite, coincidently. It took five weeks, but I got her to come around. I took her to my signature date place.

Blue Orchid�s is the perfect place to get laid. They have great food. I say that for the aphrodisiacs in the food and wine. Apparently, my date knows this place well. So, I have to make this good.

I sipped some of my wine. �Having fun?�

My date shrugged. �It�s okay.�

I noticed her face. �You look bored.�

She shook her head. �It�s not that. It�s just��

�What?�

She tucked her hair behind her ear. �It�s too classy for me. I�m more of a sports bar girl.�

I nodded at her. �Really?�

�Yeah. I haven�t been to a fancy place since I was fourteen.�

�I see.� Okay, this is different. I rarely get the tomboy as a date. Hm, I might have to change strategies.

�So, you want to get out of here?� I asked. She looked right at me.

�Are you sure?� she asked. I gave her a little shrug.

�If you want to,� I replied. My date thought about that for a moment. I waited like a gentleman. My date finally threw up her hands.

�Alright,� she said. �We can leave.� I smiled at her.

�Okay,� I said. �I�ll just find the lady one sports bar.� She breathed out.

�Thanks!� my date said. I stood up from the table armed with my IPhone. She gave me an odd look.

�Where are you going?� my date asked. I turned to her with a smile.

�Outside,� I said. �Phone reception sucks here.� I disappeared out the back way. That�s where it shot downhill.

In the dark narrow hallway, I felt an attack. It felt like something bit me on the shoulder. Not a little bite. I heard myself gasping for air. Everything spun around me. I could feel the pain burning in my brain.

�Help!� I croaked out. �Help me!� Suddenly, my shoulder began to burn. This wasn�t a normal burn, either. Something was being burned into my skin. Two lines to be exact. I tried to grasp what was happening to me.

�Help me!� I pleaded again. �Help me! Help me!� Then, a hot breath came onto my ear.

�You will die on the Fire Festival on 2011,� this voice told me. I sat up in a panic. What? I�m to die next year? No! No, it can�t be! I haven�t slept with most of the girls I wanted to yet.

Suddenly, the pain subsided. I began to catch my breath again. I sat back pale. You have no idea how much I wish that was a dream right now. But, no. I knew this was real, somehow. Damn.

�Are you okay?� a girl�s voice asked me softly. I looked up and saw her face. That�s how I met Grace Forrest.