My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I had just barely escaped getting in a car crash. And to make it worse it wasn't even my car. I couldn't even drive. My brother would kill me if he found out I was driving his car. I parked in front of an old abandoned building and got out. I walked up and sat on the steps breathing heavily. I looked around. No one was here. Good, I thought standing up again. I looked around as I heard a noise. Footsteps. Again. I walked towards the car and saw someone running. They turned in and banged into me knocking me to the ground. I opened my eyes. I was staring into a pair of dark-brown ones.

"Umm...could you please get off me?" I asked trying to move but the weight of the person was crushing me

"Oh right. Sorry." He said standing up. I kinda figured it was a guy by how heavy he was and the way his voice sounded. I stood up and brushed the dust off my pants.

"So you gonna tell me why you almost ran me over?" I asked looking at him.

"Oh right. Yea. Sorry about that. And I cant."

"Why not?"

"Because. I have reasons." He said looking around nervously.

"Ok then." I said walking over to the car. "Mind telling me your name?"

"Ok. Well I'm Joe." He stuck out his hand, which I took looking at the car. I let go and walked around checking to make sure it was ok. It was.

"Ok good. No scratches." I said to myself.

"Huh?"

"Oh sorry. I was talking to myself. You see this is my brother's car. I can't even drive. So he'd kill me if anything happened to it." I explained not looking at him.

"So you gonna tell me who you are?" he asked laughing.

"Yea. Sorry. Anyway I'm Jenny." I said looking at him again. He looked at the ground and nodded. "Well I better get going before they find me." Oops. Said too much again Jen.

"What?" he asked looking up.

"Someone. Never mind bye!" I jumped in the car and was just about to pull out when he knocked on the window. I rolled it down. "Yea?"

"Can I come with you?"

"Sure hop in." He jumped in the passengers seat and I pulled out rather quickly sending him flying. "Sorry."

"Jesus Christ woman. Do you even know how to drive?"

"I said I didn't."

"Right."

"Are you always this nervous?" I asked glancing over at him. For the first time in those few minutes that I had known him he actually smiled.

"No. Not really. Just right now." He said with a bit of a laugh in his voice.

"Ok." I glanced over at him again. Something caught my eye on his chest. His white shirt was dark red in one spot. I looked back at the road and swerved just in time, missing a red car by like 2 inches.

"Jesus Jenny! Kill me why don't you?" he said laughing.

"Sorry! I told you I couldn't drive!"

"Why don't you pull over and let me drive?"

"My brothers car?"

"Yes."

"Ok." I pulled over and we switched places. He was a good driver. Way better than me. I had a good chance to look at him now. He looked about 18 or 19. Just like my brother. He had black hair and dark-brown eyes as I had said before. The nervousness was gone from his eyes. And the red spot was getting bigger."Umm…Joe?" I said nervously.

"Yea?"

"I think your bleeding." He glanced down at his shirt.

"Oh shit!" he pulled over and got out of the car. "Just great!"

"You ok?" I asked afraid of the answer.

"No! Dammit!" He pulled his shirt off and I kinda got a little more nervous. God Jenny! He's hot! And he's in your brother's car! I shoved the thoughts out of my mind as I noticed the cut. He'd been stabbed. But why wasn't there a hole in his shirt? He winced in pain as he wiped the blood away with his shirt. I shook my head and opened the trunk. I pulled out a duffel bag and a first aid kit. He looked at me confused.