It came with a Crash

Chapter One: Who are you? The freaking Queen?

Chapter One: Who are you? The freaking Queen?

1/30/2016-2:47
Samuel M: Can you tell me what happened that day, June?
Juniper P: Of the car crash?
Samuel M: Yes.
Juniper P: Um. I guess.

June.

10/12/2015
9:02 pm
Place: 213 E. Keller St. (Home of Juniper Poe.)

“Do you think that if I went to school in nothing but my underwear Jeremy would finally notice me?”

I laughed as I rolled over on my bed to look at my best friend. He was lifting up a shirt to his chest as he tilted his head to see if it would look good.

“Jeremy already noticed you. You're Allan Marks! What guy hasn't noticed you?”

He sighed with a smile on his face and hung the shirt back up. “You're right. I’m freaking rad. Even Matthew James wants me.”

I raised my eyebrow at him, “Matthew James is ga-”

Samuel M: Ms. Poe, what does this have to do with the crash?
Juniper P: You said what was I doing that day…?
Samuel M: (sighs) You are correct. However let's speed this up a bit. Tell me what was happening at the time of the car crash.
Juniper P: Alright.

10/12/2015
9:14 pm
Place: 213 E. Keller St. (Home of Juniper Poe.)

I slammed the door to my car closed and stretched my arm above my head. I had just gotten back from dropping Allan off at his house. As I swung my keys around my finger I was walking up to my door. I was planning on getting some food and then studying.

That's when I heard the crash. You always hear about crashes or you see them on the tv. But it never really hits you how loud they are until you're right next to one. Its bone cracking, teeth rattling loud.

I swung around and watched as the black beat up car spun and spun right in front of my house. I remember just standing there. Not knowing what to do.

But when the car finally stopped I ran. I was never a good runner. But right then I was. I don't remember dialing but next thing I knew I was on my knees at the driver's side with my phone to my ear and my mouth speaking words that I couldn't hear.

All I saw was him.

There was so much blood. I know everyone says that. But it's true.
The car was a wreck (pun intended) and I don't remember why but something that my grandpa used to say came to me. Why my grandpa used to say this to me is odd. Now that I think about it. He would always say to never move someone out of the car if they're in a wreck.

Granted, he said a lot of things. But they were always life lessons that stuck with me.

So that's what I did. I left the bleeding boy in the car. But I didn't leave. I layed there on the phone with the lady, that might I say didn't sound too worried. I guess that's her job though. She has to deal with the panic and mayhem of lunatics all day.

Anyways. By the time I got off the phone with the very calm lady and the ambulance was on the way, bleeding boy still hadn't moved.

Which made me nervous. So that's when I started to panic. I remember jumping up and checking to see if the car was on fire and then dropping back down and talking. It sounding like talking to me at least. I was honestly probably screaming.

“Hey! I need you to open your eyes! Hey!”

I screamed that so many times. I remember after they took him away my throat was sore. It felt as if I had been stuck at a concert for too long.

He groaned and his eyes had fluttered open. I guess what I was expecting was some form of “I’m I dead?” Or  “Jesus Christ?”

Now that I think of it, I got a little of both.

His blonde hair was matted up with blood and as he tried to move - making something in the car shift - the first thing he said was.

“Jesus fucking Christ. You gotta be fucking shitting me. Am I dead?”

“Hey!” I snapped him out of his cuss fest. Seriously the boy has a mouth. He tilted his head back with a gasp and glared at me. “The ambulance is on its way. Dont move!”

“Fuck you,” he had spat. “I'm getting the hell out of here.”

I remember wanting to punch him.

“You can't! If you move you might damage something.”

He laughed. It was a humorless laugh, but it was a laugh nonetheless. “Who are you? The freaking Queen? Move out of my way, Red.”

I rolled my eyes! This boy was a bleeding mess and I was sitting there rolling my eyes. He was an arrogant jackass though. Obviously.

He started to move, causing even more cuss words to fall out of his mouth, “fucking cats.”

That one was odd to me.

It took him about half a minute of twisting and turning to realise that he was stuck. I could have told him that. But I wasn't the Queen.

I could hear the sirens in the distance and by that time a few of my neighbors were coming out of there houses to see what all the commotion was about. As the blue and red lights reflected off of the wrecked car bleeding boy was smirking at me.

Smirking!

He's stuck in his car, totally broken, and he has the nerve to smirk.

“It was lovely meeting you, Red. We should do this again sometime.”

I was baffled. He was flirting. At this point and time!

I thought he was crazy then, didn't think it would get this crazy.