Chapter 3
"Relax Susannah." Jesse reached across the gearbox and grasped my hand. I ran my hand through my straightened hair, a little thing I picked up from him, running a hand through my hair I mean.
"I'm gonna get fired." I groaned and hit my head on the head rest.
"How can you get fired from a school?" Jesse chuckled a little and I felt like smacking him.
"Just for me, I'm sure they'll find a way." I stared out the window avoiding those dark eyes I fell in love with.
The ocean rushed past us as we rode in my mother's car down to the hospital.
Why, do you ask, were we going to the hospital? Oh just because a person of a certain persuasion, the dead kind, asked us to deliver a few words to someone there.
And why, do you ask, am I risking my career for this? Hey look at the guy next to me it wasn't my choice.
"Jesse I can go to the hospital after school." I tried one more time to get him to turn around, back to my house.
"Mr. Smith said it was urgent and that we should hurry, so we are." Jesse looked slightly frustrated, probably with me.
"But-"
"Susannah," Jesse's tone darkened with impatience. Crossing my arms I frowned and slouched in my seat. Very mature, I know, but really who can resist Jesse? Obviously not me.
The rest of the drive was quiet as I watched the ocean race us to the hospital. It was getting late, the sun was sinking closer and closer to the water.
We slowed to a stop at one of the busiest intersections. I glanced at Jesse who was busy concentrating on the road. For 150 years without touching a car, well driving one anyway, he was getting pretty good, at driving, I mean.
I felt my anger leave softly. Well, I said to myself, how long can this really take?
a/n: these are really short but for somewhat of a reason. thanks goes to SupernaturalGirl1293 for reminding me that this story still lives and should be paid attention to. thanks for reading!