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Jade's POV

Ryder Daniels was finally asleep. I think he's been watching over me all this time. And now I owe him big time. Nghhh I hate owing people. Why did he even bother in the first place? It's not like we're friends or anything… Maybe, he just couldn't let a person die like that…

What would Beck do?

...

He'd try to rescue anyone too..

Dizziness and pain were all that I could feel in my head. I couldn't sleep now. And we really can't drive in this storm. I just need to distract myself for the time being.. Once again, I look at the face of my savior. Our bodies were really intact, cause the backseat's obviously not big for us to lie in. His right bicep served as my pillow, and his left arm was draped on me. Both of my hands were on his muscular chest, providing him heat. Ryder Daniels and I were never close, yet here we are, all over each other.

I look closely at his face. His skin was smooth, his eyelashes were long, and his lips were…

What the hell am I doing? Ugh. I shut my eyes tight, and try to distract myself, this time away from the boy sleeping next to me.

.

I wake up, and the car was already moving. It was still dark and raining outside, but I can see little streaks of light about to emerge from the sky.

"Goodmorning, princess." Ryder greets me from the driver's seat.

"Shut your face."

"Whoa, whoa. Okay, wrong word."

I smile at him sarcastically. "And I thought we couldn't ride through the dark."

"Yeah, well. I can manage driving slowly. Plus, we really need to get you in the hospital."

"Hospital? I'm fine." I retort.

It was his turn to smile at me sarcastically.

"We're not going to the hospital, Daniels!" I scold him.

"You're in so much pain, and yet you're still refusing to get patched up? Wow, you must really hate hospitals."

"I'm not refusing to get patched up. I'm refusing to go to the hospital." I correct him. "And there's just so much more that I hate."

"Yeah, I know. I've watched some of your Slap videos." he tells me.

I raise an eyebrow at him. He has?

"I find them amusing, okay?" he raises his hands up from the wheel for a moment as if to say 'he has done nothing wrong'.

"Whatever. Pull over." I tell him.

"What?"

"I said. Pull. Over." I say through gritted teeth. "I wanna sit up front, not that I have to explain everything to you."

He simply shrugged and pulled over. I opened the car door and moved swiftly to sit shotgun. And after a second, I was shivering again. Ryder was too, though barely. Well, yeah, what do you expect? The only clothing we have on is our underwear.

"We should talk. Our breaths will warm the air a little." Ryder suggests.

"Talk? You might have noticed that my name is not Cat Valentine, and when I do talk, it's mostly insults and disturbing facts."

"Mostly," He repeats after me. "but not everything."

Ryder's POV

"Hmm. How bout we sing instead?" I suggest.

"Sing?" she questions me.

"Yeah, sing. I heard you're a good singer and shit."

She glares at me at first, but then agrees a moment later. "Turn on the radio."

I smirk at her response. I push the button and—

Girl I just wanna see you strip right now, cause its late babe

Shit. My hands froze in place. I did not do that on purpose. Jade's gonna kill me!

Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip, God damn you sexy, Goddamn you sexy, God damn you sexy
Girl I just wanna see you

My thoughts were then interrupted by sudden fit of laughter.

"HAHAHA Ohmygod! You're face is priceless!" she exclaimed in contrast to the song playing, still howling with laughter. "You thought I was going to stab you or something!"

"Shut up, West."

She muffled her laughter and paused from teasing me. "Oh, come on, Daniels! Lighten up a bit! I won't take offense on that, don't worry. So what, if I'm only in my bra and my.. my uh.."

"Panties?"

"Ngghhhh, I hate that word!" she cries.

"Well in that case… Panties, panties, PANTIEEES!" I shout in the car.

"SHUT UP!"

"PANTIES, PANTIES, PANT-" My shouting was muffled by her hand gripping on my mouth. I try to jerk it away with my head, but wasn't successful. I couldn't leave my hands off the wheel, so I lick hers.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" She remarks, apparently feeling my tongue on her hand. She just chuckled when I bit her hand, finally let go, and sang along to the radio.

"The only reason why I dress you in that designer, is to get you out that Dolce and Gabbana
I throw this money up, she watch it all fall
Toot that thang up, ... " she sang.

I look at her with a disbelieving look. "What?" she questions me. "It has a good beat." I simply shrug, and sing the chorus along with her.

"Girl I just wanna see you strip right now, cause its late babe
Girl I just wanna see you strip, girl take your time with it
Girl I just wanna see you strip, Goddamn you sexy, Goddamn you sexy, Goddamn you sexy
Girl I just wanna see you"

We just finished the Chris Brown song when I remembered a tiny significant detail. "Uh, Jade? Did you bring your wallet?" I ask her. "Cause we do have to pay for ER."

"Wait. I think I stashed my dad's credit card here somewhere.." She then opened the utility space in front of her seat, and started rummaging through stuff. As she did, I reached out and picked up a yellow plaid shirt.

"Hey, why don't you put this on? You're really cold." I suggest, trying to ease her discomfort a bit.

She noticed the clothing and jerked away from it.

"What's wrong?" I ask her, suddenly alarmed.

"I am not wearing that." She says, leaning away from it as far as her seat allows.

"Why not?"

"Cause I don't want to!"

"Why are you so stubborn? Just take it!"

"I AM NOT WEARING THAT SHIRT, OKAY!?" she suddenly shouts. "Fine, take me to the hospital! Just don't shove that thing at me."

I was dumfounded. I put the shirt on my lap instead. I let a few seconds of silence tick by, and glance at her occasionally. She looked as if she was about to cry..

"It's Beck's isn't it?" I ask. She doesn't answer me and keeps staring at the wet road. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't realize at first.."

"It's not your fault." She says. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"You're actually apologizing for snapping at someone?" I ask in disbelief.

She nods quietly. "I don't usually snap at someone with this kind of emotion." And then she comes back with a threat. "But if you tell someone, I will rip your head off."

"Graphic." I chuckle lightly. We were silent again. And then I break it.

I look in her eyes as I tell her. "For the record, that Oliver kid is a dumbass."

She manages to smile slightly in return. "Okay, now I got to find that credit card."

Sorry, this was a long one. Feel free to review :) :) Please though?

I'll thank the reviewers on the next chapter, coz this chap is a long one.