Hannah

Hannah stared forlornly out the window. Why did Selena feel the need to tell this Jackson character everything? Surely...surely she didn't like him...did she? Hannah would've thought Selena to be above a slightly school-girl crush. Selena was above her emotions.

She sighed, feeling weak. She told herself to remain awake in case they were attacked. The cab continued to roll slowly down the road.

Hannah looked quickly back at Lisa and saw that her face was red and blotchy, as if she were fighting tears. Hannah sighed and instinctively patted Lisa's hand sympathetically, a gesture Hannah's mother had often used on her.

Lisa looked up, surprised, at Hannah, and softly smiled. And then she began to cry, as if missing something from the past. Hannah instantly felt sorry and opened her mouth to apologize.

"It's okay," Lisa interjected. "It's not you, I just...miss my dad."

Hannah saw Jackson roll his eyes outside of her peripheral vision.

"Suck it up, Leese," Jackson ordered, running a hand through his tousled brown locks.

"Just because you don't feel normal human emotions outside of anger doesn't mean she can't," Jim snapped quietly. Selena shot her gaze sharply away from the road and to Jim, then back to the road.

"Don't believe I was talking to you," Jackson said curtly.

Jim rolled his eyes.

Lisa

They finally stopped about two hours outside of London.

"Lunch," Selena said simply. She pulled the keys from the ignition and hopped out.

Lisa snapped her head up and looked around. They were in a grassy field dotted with remains of old buildings.

"Hey, Selena, we've stopped here before, right?" Jim frowned.

"Yea, seemed as safe as anywhere," she shrugged and began pulling out boxes of food.

They began to sit down on the cool grass when Lisa felt Jackson's grip on her arm. She tensed.

"What do you want now?" she snapped. He pulled her aside behind a thick stone wall.

"I have to tell you something," he said, a different tone to his voice.

"What?" she spat as he pushed her against the wall.

"This," was all he said before he kissed her gently on the mouth. Her brain fell out for a moment and the only thing her mind could function to think was,

Parking lot.

"I love you," he whispered as he broke away. Lisa stared at him, brown eyes unblinking.

"Um, yeah, now would be the time to say something," he raised his eyebrows.

Lisa's brain finally kicked back in and she punched him hard in the face. She pushed past him.

"Stay away from me," Lisa ran, tripping over her own feet and injured ankle until she finally could run no more. She finally collapsed about two yards away from Jackson and let the dirt soak into her skirt. She let her head fall into her hands and sobbed long, gut-wrenching sobs.

Though it was just a kiss, it was too hard to forget the rape, especially seeing who the gesture was coming from. A man she truly hated, the hatred so intense that she didn't know it could exist. Just because he thought he was good-looking he thought he could get any girl he chose...

Lisa felt a hand on her shoulder and screamed instinctively. Instantly she was wrapped up in an embrace.

"Shh, Lisa, it's me," Jim whispered. Lisa's sobs increased. "Come on, what's wrong?"

Jim

Jim looked down at Lisa's panicky, tear-stained face, and felt his stomach drop. She shook her head as if trying to rid herself of a memory.

"Jesus, Lisa, he didn't-" Jim couldn't bring himself to say the words.

"No," she choked out. "He just...kissed me...and told...me he loved me."

Jim stared into her eyes. "Do you...feel the same?" he asked quietly, though he thought he already knew the answer.

Lisa shook her head furiously. "God, no! I'm in love with y-" she cut herself off quickly, horrified at what she'd almost said. But Jim caught it. He knew what she'd said, and he tried to ignore it at first. Then he took Lisa's hands and he noticed that she didn't shrink away.

"Lisa," he gazed seriously into her eyes. She looked away and bit her lip. "Do you...love me?"

She paused, slowly bringing her gaze back to meet his.

His heart stopped. Maybe he'd been wrong. What the fuck was he thinking? Just because she'd said 'y' didn't mean she was going to say 'you'. He felt so fucking stupid-

His thoughts were cut off as she slowly nodded. Jim's heart soared, and he pulled Lisa closer to him. Their faces nearly touched. He could feel her deep, panicked breathing against his chest. Before he knew what he was doing, he kissed her.