This is really long but I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.
"Boy turn this up." I yelled as Rude Boy by Rihanna came on the radio.
"Doesn't your head hurt?"
"Yes but imagine how bad my heart would hurt if I missed getting lit to Rihanna." I explained while continuing to grind against the seat. I noticed Jack kept staring at my hips.
"Eyes on the road."
He rolled his eyes and kept his eye on the road only glancing at me every once in a while. After the song stopped I groaned.
"What are you okay?" Jack asked getting all worried. What a cutie I'm so lucky.
"I'm all good I probably just shouldn't have screamed and danced though." I said and laughed.
He just kind of sat there with no emotion in his face. If you can't tell, I like to read people by their expressions because I know my face says a lot more than I do.
I turned in my seat so I was directly facing him.
"What?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" He asked still keeping his eyes on the road but I noticed his knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.
I put my hand on his making his hand loosed up a bit. "My goodness what did it ever do to you" I commented once he loosened back up.
" I love how innocent you are" He commented looking down at our hands.
"In what way?"
"I like how you say things like "my goodness" and "jeepers". And I like how you make an effort with people. Like you try to make everyone feel comfortable. You just go the extra mile to be a good person."
"I'm not a good person" I said looking down putting my hands back in my lap.
"What do you mean? I've never seen you do anything to hurt anybody."
"I don't know I just, I judge people and I lie and I just don't like myself very much. If I were another person I would probably avoid me."
"I'd never avoid you."
"Then why did you not talk to me all week? Not even a simple "hi" when we pass in the hall. I thought you were sick of me."
He ignored the first part and just said, "Babygirl, I'm just getting to know you."
Before I could ask anything else we had pulled up to the hospital. I texted my mom saying that we were here but she didn't respond probably because she's driving.
Jack didn't carry me this time. Probably because of what I said in the car. Or the fact that we were at a hospital. Or just because he didn't want to, I don't really know. But as I put my phone back in my pocket he held my hand.
I put my head on his shoulder leaning on him as we walked to the doors.
The place was packed. I looked around and saw old men who looked on the verge of death and babies who probably just had a cold. We went to the back of the line of people waiting to be checked in. I kept my head on his shoulder as we stood in the line. The lady in front of me had a baby that was so cute.
