-Petra

"Alright buddy, who am I?" I heard Axel ask as Jesse slowly opened his eyes. His vibrant green eyes.. 

  "Axel Roth... Olivia Goodmann and.." his eyes rested on mine.

  "Petra Jackson... I can't believe that you saw me... you know.." he turned red and looked away... was I that intimidating? 

  "We better get home... Olivia's parents might kill me if I bring her back any later than 12:45am." He made a killing gesture and Olivia smacked his arm. They laughed as Olivia missed. So here we were. Back in Axel's car and as the streetlamps flashed across Jesse's face, I saw sadness in his green eyes. When a sharp curve threw him against me, I felt his arm across my face and we turned red.

  I silently pushed him back and blurted, "You should wear a seat belt."

  "You're not wearing one." He said back and I raised an eyebrow. 

  "Only nerds wear seat belts." He continued.

"Exactly." I smirked.

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"Why are you late?" My dad asked and I stopped at the doorway of my room.

  "One of my friends fainted." Was Jesse my friend?

  "Was it Aiden? Cause I would rather like to see that." My dad chuckled and sipped his drink. I shook my head. Then he paused. 

  "Go to bed, dad." I smiled and he nodded but reclined into the sofa. 

  I closed my bedroom door and leaned against it, feeling tired. 

  Was Jesse like that everyday? Every night? I frowned and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe it.

-End