Jett

10

It turned out that when Jett said she'd 'take care of' something, she meant that she'd get the school board involved in some kind of outrageous lie.

Kayden was driven home by Jett who, despite his best efforts, wouldn't let him drive his own car. Jazz had explained that it was because it was better for him to take a more abstract road home and to go with someone who, if trouble arose, would be able to get him out alive. He didn't know how they knew where he lived but, honestly, he was pretty sure he didn't want to know. Instead, he got into the passenger side with little complaint, watching Jinx and Jazz getting into a car as well to drive along behind them and pick Jett up when they got to his house. He also suspected that they were coming along for back up but didn't say anything about it. 

It was quite unlikely that they would run into anyone. As Jazz had eloquently noted "I have yet to meet a bunch of criminals who were that organised, but it's better to be safe than dead." He wasn't quite sure how he felt about her casual use of the word 'dead', she said it like some people would say 'pen' or 'table.' It lacked the sense of unease he felt when they brought it up. He had to remind himself that they were people who regularly dealt with the subject matter of death—if their story was to be believed— so it was quite possible that they had become desensitised to the notion.

The whole ride was tense, Kayden watched Jett cautiously, pressed up against the passenger side door as she simmered with rage from the driver's seat. He took note of the fact that she drove one handed, other resting on the gear selector in a way that indicated she was more used to driving a stick shift than his automatic. From first glance, you wouldn't be able to tell how angry she was. She looked as stoic as always though, upon closer inspection, you could see the way her hand was holding onto the steering wheel a little too tight and her lips were slightly pursed. Not to mention the fact that she hadn't said a word to him.

"So..." Kayden started awkwardly, noting that he didn't recognise the route they were taking and wondering if that was purposeful or if Jett didn't actually know where she was going. Frankly, he was too scared to ask. Especially considering that, when he spoke, she seemed to speed up a little.

"Nice day for a drive," he noted, voice a little strained, as he looked out the window. These streets were empty and there weren't any people in sight. All he could see were empty houses with clear windows reflecting the pink and gold of the setting sun.

'There's no one in sight...' He eyed Jett's stoic frame from the corner of his eyes 'oh god, she's actually going to kill me.'

Kayden gulped "Jett—"

"I actually can't believe you," she ground out, interrupting him, eyes staying on the empty road in front of them. "Like, don't get me wrong, I knew you were stupid, but that was completely idiotic."

Kayden wanted to reply, especially considering that she had just insulted him, but was more concerned with gripping the handle on the passenger side door as if it would save him. "Jett, we're going double the speed limit..." he pointed out, eyes wide as he hoped no animal or child chose to venture onto the road unexpectedly because he was quite certain that she wouldn't stop.

"You could have died, Kayden. I don't think you understand how serious that situation was."

At those words Kayden forgot about the car and looked at Jett, who still refused to look at him. The thought had occurred to him, though he hadn't really dwelled upon it because Jett had done a pretty good job of making sure that he stayed living.

He sighed and tried to smile reassuringly, but it came out as more of a grimace as he scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I guess I didn't really think it through," he finally said apologetically, "and look, I know I fucked up but I honestly just wanted to know what had gotten you so riled up. You can't really blame me; you really have the whole mysterious new girl thing down to a tee."

He felt the car slow down a little.

"That, right there, is how people get themselves killed," she replied, voice softer than before though it held a sense of finality to it. She seemed as if she were finished having that particular conversation, having said all that she needed to say. Her grip on the wheel relaxed a bit more, no longer looking as if she were trying to strangle the life out of it.

"I didn't know you cared that much though," he teased lightly, trying to brighten the mood. "I knew, even you wouldn't be immune to my charm and good looks."

She rolled her eyes at the statement, "I barely know you," she pointed out reasonably, "the only reason I'm mad is that it bothers me when normal kids take their supposedly mundane lives for granted. I mean, what I wouldn't give to have my biggest problem be getting punched in the face by a new girl." The way she said it indicated that she was trying to be humorous— which was something that shocked Kayden because, until then, he didn't think she had the capacity to make jokes— but the slightly wishful way she had said 'normal kids' indicated that there was some truth in her statement.