Jesse P.O.V
Avery's hand rips from mine. My eyes shrink into a glare when they land on Scott's. Tearing my eyes from his I begin to bolt down the street in the direction of Avery's car.
My legs carrying me faster then ever before, I can still see her car in the distance as it revs forwards.
"No!" The word escapes my mouth before I have the chance to think about it. Ignoring the sudden rush of tears leaving my eyes. I begin to sprint faster and faster the accident showing clearer as I near towards the cars.
The man who collided with her leaves his car, ignoring the fact he had just crashed into someone he inspects his own car. Hands running through his hair as he sees the damage
"My car!" He yells disappointed.
"Calm down it's a Honda Civic, you can always get another one, I'm pretty sure there's a junk yard around the corner, they'll have a few new ones" I smirk walking past the guy only infuriating him more.
I reach Avery her eyes closed.
She's unconscious.
Pulling open the door. My arms slide behind her back and under her knees lifting her from he car carefully not to hurt her. I sit down laying her on my lap. Taking my phone out and dialling 000.
"Come on Aves, you've got this hold on." I whisper rocking her back and forth as the phone dials waiting for them to pick up.
"Hi wha-" the woman at the other end of the line starts before I interrupt.
"Hello I need an ambulance now!"
YOU ARE READING
Wild riders
Teen FictionAvery has gone through a lot. Her best friend, Jesse has been with her the every step of the ride. People often ask how they came to be friends, they're usual answer is simple but true. Cars.
