Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Fifteen - Unreadable

Jackson's POV

I drum my fingers nervously on my fucking steering wheel, the familiar metallic taste of my chain in my mouth. It's raining again. My eyes are locked on the employee entrance of the ER. Jet had called me not even ten minutes ago, her voice trembling, asking for me to come and get her. What should have been a ten-minute drive for me only took five. Jet's voice was nagging at me the entire time about how speeding kills people and whatnot, but also the thought of her sitting there by herself was pulling at me too.

The door opens and I perk up, but it's only some other lady who skitters off to her car, a jacket thrown over her head. I sigh impatiently, my leg bouncing. I told Jet that I would come inside and get her, but she told me no because apparently Dr. Asshole is working tonight and that would "cause problems". The problems wouldn't be coming from me, I'm the one who got the girl.

Speaking of Dr. Asshole, he throws the door open, putting his bag over his head in an attempt to stay dry like a fucking dick. I watch him as he runs over to his car, hopping inside and starting it. There won't be any problems now given that the fucking problem has left the building. Fuck it. I'm going inside.

I grab my umbrella from its spot behind the passenger seat and shut off my car. I throw my key fob into the pocket of my jeans and open the door. The rain is fucking freezing, making me shutter like a little bitch. I jog across the parking lot, needing to get out of this rain. I'm just about to pull open the door when it opens for me. Whoever opened it clearly did not fucking see me though (which how??? I'm literally a human tank???) because they crash right into my chest.

"Watch where you're wal- Bubbles!" Caroline greets, hugging me.
"Stop touching me," I grumble at her.
She lets me go just to look at me disapprovingly, "That wasn't very kind of you," she chides.
"I'm not a kind fucking person," I shrug.
"Clearly..." she mumbles. "Jet is in the locker room, if that's why you're here. Second door on the left."
"Thanks."
"No problem, Bubbles."
"Don't call me that stupid fucking name."
"Don't tell me what to do, Bubbles." She starts laughing to herself and disappears into the rain.

I roll my eyes and open the door again, stepping into the warm hallway. The door shuts behind me with a slam as I shake the rain off of my jacket. I find the second door on the left and put my hand on the handle, right as it opens from the other side. Jet appears before me, her eyebrows furrowed at me.

"I told you to wait in your car," she snips.
"Yeah, but Dr. Asshole left so there won't be any problems to run into," I tell her.
She sighs and nods, walking past me, "I just want to go home."
I start chasing after her, she's fucking storming out of this bitch, "Okay, let's get you home then."

She busts out the door, straight into the pouring rain with no hesitation.

So much for me grabbing my fucking umbrella for her.

"Jet!"
She reaches my car and looks at me, "Just open your car Jackson, please."

I unlock my car and get in my side just as she is settling in, looking pretty much anywhere beside me. She has a stone-cold face and I can't fucking read her to save my life. I start my car and look back over at her. She stares out the window, her fingers fiddling with the seam of her scrub jacket.

"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Please, Jackson, just take me home," she pleas.
"I'm fucking working on it," I grumble. I understand that she had an awful day, but that doesn't mean that she needs to treat me like shit.

We spend the rest of the car ride in silence. I pull into her apartment complex and park by her door. We get out, Jet storming to the door quickly. I stay right on her heels, she's not getting rid of me this easily. She practically throws open the door to her apartment, dropping everything into a pile at the door.