Disclaimer: Jess, Rob and the motorcycle belong to Meg Cabot and various publishers around the world.
Chapter one.
Jess's POV
As I waited the snow began to fall and I started to regret telling Ruth that I didn't need her to wait with me. I stamped my feet thinking about Rob. His eyes…his shoulders…his…oops, where was I? Oh yes, Rob and his apparent inability to make it to the student parking lot before the end of school. He was supposed to be picking me up so we could go back to his, but he was running late. Again.
Finally he dew up beside me . "You're late." Okay so it was a bit harsh, but it was freezing out here.
He pulled off his helmet and looked at me, that familiar smile flickering at the back of his gorgeous eyes. "You may not have noticed Mastriani, but it's snowing. And I'm taking you back to your house then going home and bringing the truck back to pick you up." I think I started to protest but it's hard to be sure since he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward to kiss me hard and then dropped the spare helmet onto my head before I could regain the power of speech.
As he did so I heard him murmur "I've been waiting all day for that." Glad to know I wasn't the only one.
As we rode through town, well under the speed limit for a change I began to see why he was leaving me in town. The streets here were bad enough, so who knew what the back roads on the way to Rob's would be like.
As we started down the hill leading to my street I peered over Rob's shoulder at the car smoothed snow and panicked. My psychic powers really do usually extend only to recovering missing children but I was definitely getting bad vibes off of this hill. That was my first mistake. Ignoring the vibes, I mean. As we reached a side street half way down a van roared out and Rob slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting it. The wheels locked but the bike spun on the flattened snow and we were both thrown clear of the bike.
After that everything became hazy, a series of disjointed feelings, sounds and images. Rob's voice gasping out a panicky "Jess;" the cold snow under my body; the sound of a wailing siren; a man in a paramedics uniform leaning over me , his lips moving noiselessly; pain in my leg; the feel of a needle sliding into my arm. Blackness.
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A/N: This is going to be a multi chapter story with chapters alternating between Jess's POV and third person narrative of events through the other character's eyes.