Page 70 of Ghost of a Chance
“I’m not too sure.”
“Me either.I mean he’d have to be so inspired by his studying that he’d want to stay around.”Grasping at straws wasn’t getting her anywhere.
“I’ve never heard of anything like that,” he said.“I don’t think science-wise that’s what happened.”
“Dying and becoming a ghost doesn’t scream science,” she said.“But his emotions could have guided him.”
“Yeah, I could see that.Humor me for a minute.Until the textbook I totally didn’t believe in ghosts him becoming a poltergeist seems more logical.”
“But what if him thinking about transference guided him to the book?”Kirsty was so serious he had to at least consider it.
Still Jasper wasn’t sure that was possible.“That’s not really how physics works.”
“Oh believe me I know.If it was there’d be possessed items all over the place.But I’m back to Sherlock.We’ve ruled out all the logical things, so that leaves…”
“The illogical?”he asked.
She lightly punched his shoulder.“Don’t say it like that.Makes it seem crazy.”
She had a point.There had to be an explanation and she’d come upon one.It just made their project that much more difficult.“How would Paul know he was going to have a brain hemorrhage?He’d have to have an experiment set up.”
“I don’t think it was intentional.”
She had a point.But his gut wasn’t certain.“Let’s talk to his teacher and see what he says.”
“I agree.I mean I don’t want to go in there with this theory but there has to be a reason why he’s tied to the book.Even if it’s not necessarily logical to us or Paul himself.”
They got to the lab early and the room was empty.They let themselves in and went to one of the long workbenches placed throughout the classroom.Looking around the room, he was flooded with memories.Jasper made his way to one particular bench.“This was ours.”
“Is it weird being back here without him?”she asked.
“Yeah a little.I dropped physics after he died.”
“I would have dropped it way earlier,” she said with a laugh.“So what did twenty-year-old you pick up instead?”
“More classes from the media and communications department,” he said, leaning back against the table.“That department is on the other side of campus.I liked the courses and started spending all my time over there.”
“I’ve found that most things in life aren’t all that circumstantial.Every decision we make leads to where we are meant to be,” she said.
“Like our decision to go to the Dead Boys’ concert?”he asked.
Light filtered through the lab windows, highlighting the two black braids framing her face, that thick fall of bangs, and the fading tattoo visible above the collar of her black puff-sleeved top.He put his hands on her waist and pulled her slowly toward him.
Her hand came to his chest.He leaned down, their mouths met and for a moment he wondered why he hadn’t kissed her sooner this morning.
He’d missed this.Missed her taste.Missed the way she grounded him in a way.
The door to the classroom squeaked open.Dammit.He quickly broke away from her as the professor entered.Mr.Thompson hadn’t changed much in the last few years.His hair was a bit grayer and maybe a little thinner but he was still lean and had a no-nonsense manner.
“The next class isn’t for twenty minutes but you need to take that elsewhere,” he said.
Kirsty stood straight and walked over to him, her head held high.“I’m K.L.Henson.I believe you spoke to my publicist Gia from Periwinkle Press.She mentioned we had some questions about a former student.”
“Leo Thompson.I did.You don’t look like…not that it matters.”Leo harrumphed, setting a stack of papers on the lab table at the front of the room.“What do you want to know?Who was the student?”
“Paul Lester.I was in your class with him.Do you remember us?”
“I do.Paul had potential, you were sort of coasting through the class.I was sorry to hear Paul died his junior year.”
