Jackson's story

Chapter 9

"I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys."-The Breakfast Club.

I reached for the radio, and turned it to the nearest country station. This ride wasn't going to be so bad after all.

"Ew, this is sh-"

"Bella, that's no way to talk about our guest," I cried, obviously referring to the new guy.

"He has a name ya know," she reminded.

"I don't care," I replied and rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms.

"I wasn't even talking about him! It's this music," she exclaimed, pressing the volume to silence the country music that was playing.

"Nobody disses on my music," I argued, and reached to turn the music back on. The sound of violins, banjos, guitars, and bass came back on, playing in one of my favorite songs.

"No! This music sucks as-"

"Bella, stop referring to him that way," I argued. I knew she wasn't talking about him,  but I had to admit, it was fun messing with her. Besides, I saw pretty boy's face go from his serious looking face, to a partially annoyed face.

"I am not! Stop being a jerk!" she cried.

"Then leave the mus-" I was cut of by a scream as I tried to turn the music back on.

JACKSON, THE ROAD!" screamed Bella, as I almost swerved on the left side of the road instead of staying on the right. 

"There's no one on the road besides us, Bells. They're all dead or eaten alive by those zombires, or vambies, whatever you want to call them."

"Well, personally I prefer vambies, zombires is hard to pronounce," Bella commented as a side note, completely getting off topic to her previous remark.

"I know, that's what I thought," I agreed.

"Uh, HELLO?" spoke newbie.

"What do you want now? I'm not giving you another favor, alright?"

"The road!" he practically screeched as I was moving into the other lane.

"Oh please, a car accident would your face some good. It's not like anyone wants to look at that," I responded, moving back into the 'correct' lane.

"I do..."mumbled Bella.

"I doubt it, he probably has a girlfriend anyway, or had. And he probably had other too, and other on top of that, thinking he was good enough for all of them, and then one day he jus-"

"Jackson, what the heck are you talking about?" cried Bella.

"It's nothing," I mumbled, it's not like I was referring to some past experience of someone I knew or anything.

"Obviou-" Bella tried to continue, I swear she was the splitting image of Henry sometimes, just seeing her reminded me of him. I guess that's what angered me, I didn't want her becoming her father, even though, he was well loved by many.

"THE ROAD!" the backseat driver cried for the last time.

I had had enough of his B.S. I was sleep deprived, barely fed, under an extreme amount of stress, and he had just pushed me over the edge. I pulled my Hummer over, and both of the teens had confused looks on their faces.

"Get out, Joseph," I challenged.

"Jack-" Bella started.

"Hen- Bella just shut up! Joseph I will drag you out of this car dead or alive, get out now."