Page 90 of A Little Bit Reckless

It was lovely, and we were both fawning over it when we heard shouting.

“Watch out!” a girl screamed, and jumped from in front of a green SUV. It nearly clipped the girl, the car speeding up in a pretty empty parking lot. I mean, most people were packing up to leave school.

Most people.

It took me a second to realize what was happening. The SUV drew closer and closer. I knew that SUV… Then I saw the driver’s face. He wore glasses, his hair dark and messy as he gripped the wheel.

Sloane screamed, the vehicle charging at us at full speed, and I was frozen. I was a literal deer in headlights as I made eye contact with the man behind the wheel. He bared his teeth at me, hatred in his eyes as if he hated me.

He probably did.

My screams matched Sloane’s, the SUV on the cusp of hitting both of us. It was too fast.

We were going to die.

These were my only thoughts as I got hold of my friend. I pushed and Sloane fell. She rolled out of the way so it was only me in the line of fire. Sloane would survive. This wasn’t her fault.

She did nothing wrong.

Sloane screamed for me in the distance, and I closed my eyes. I waited for the impact I knew would ultimately come.

It didn’t.

I was grabbed, gathered within two burly arms. Tucked into a firm chest, I rolled with someone’s arms around me. The breath left me as I impacted the ground and whoever still had their arms around me.

They hadn’t let go.

The screech of tires was what caused me to open my eyes. The green SUV passed, missing me.

Missing us.

The car sped away into the distance and, above me, Bru’s handsome face materialized. He was calling out my name, panicked as he looked at me, and his sister, Sloane, was beside him. She was calling out my name too. She was okay.

“Bow?” Bru had my face, looking at me. A fierce terror ringed his dark eyes, his arms shaking. His body was doing the same, and his arms were scraped up.

He saved me.

Of course he had, and the cuts on his arms were bleeding. It didn’t look bad, but he wasbleeding. He looked at me with wild eyes. He touched my forehead, and I winced.

I was bleeding too, I saw when something wet clumped my eyelashes. It wasn’t tears. It was blood, lots of blood.

Oh, God.

There was an ache in my ribs too, a dull ache, and I wasn’t sure what else was hurt.

I wasn’t concerned about me. I was looking at Bru, his arms. I touched one. “You’re bleeding.”

“I don’t give a shit about me.” He pulled his shirt off, and he used it to touch my forehead.

I sucked in a breath, the pain radiated through my skull.

“I’m going to call 911,” I heard Sloane say before the world started to go hazy, dark. I heard shouting in the distance, and I recognized one voice above all else. It was Wells, and I smelled him as the world faded away. Wells had come for me too, but Bru obviously had gotten there first. They both came for me, and I was happy in that moment.

I remembered so much happiness as I ultimately drifted away.

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