Daughter of the Legend: Soul on Fire (#Wattys2018)

Chapter Fifteen: Fight Night Part Two

"Hey." I felt groggy.  Is someone talking to me? My head was spinning. "Wake up." I tried to blink but my eyes were blurry and watery. Everything felt like it was on fire. Groaning, I attempted to blink again. My corneas burned with flashing lights.

"Shit." I whispered, covering my eyes with my hand. I've never been hungover, but I imagine this is what it feels like.

"Hey, come on, wake up." The voice was back. Clearer this time, more present. "Rachel." Scrunching up my face, I lifted a few fingers from my aching eyes. I could see the blurry figure of someone sitting next to me. One arm was extended out in front of them. I think it's a guy.

"Bentley?" I muttered, closing my eyes again. This headache was killing me.

"Not quite, Princess." Princess. I snapped to attention. My eyes screamed in protest, but when fight or flight goes into action, there is not much I could do to stop it. "Woah! Woah, easy!" Anxiety crushing my chest, I looked towards the voice.

"Rachel! Calm down. You're okay!" As the spots cleared from my eyes, I could finally make out the person behind the voice. Brown hair, suit jacket, living embodiment of an asshole. Jesse Turner.

"What the f-" He put a hand over my mouth.

"Before you freak ou-" I licked his hand, making him recoil in disgust. "Gross!"

"WHAT THE HELL, JESSE?" I exclaimed, and instantly regretted. The anxiety still held on in my chest, but the fight or flight was calming down.

"I was going to explain, before you licked me!" He was wiping his hand on his pants, his eyebrows knitted together in frustration. "God, what is wrong with you?"

"What the hell are you doing here! What am I doing here?" I glanced around, we were in a very nice car, "Jesse, where am I? You better pray to God my father knows where I am." Jesse looked up at me. We had pulled off onto the side of the road, thank god. I think I'm going to be motion sick.  A dim street light was shining down through the windshield, giving the tan interior a yellow glow.

"Well, I was going to explain before you licked me like a freak." I scowled at him. He waited, "Ya done?" I frowned even more, but didn't say anything. "Okay, gees. We are on our way to find out where Claire is-"

"Did I fall asleep? Do the guy-" He shot me a look, I let the question fall.

"Thank you. Like I said we," pointing back and forth between the two of us, "had plans for a date." My eyes widened.

"Jesse-"

"And I know Dean wasn't going to let it happen so you see-"

"Are you stupid!" I demanded, "Oh my god, he's going to kill me. Did I agree to this?" I was beside myself. Putting my head in my hands, I leaned forward, "I'm going to be sick."

"Stopping being dramatic-" I threw open the passenger door, and hurled into the gutter. Coughing, I turned back to Jesse, tears in my eyes. I always cried when I got sick to my stomach. He looked at me, deeply alarmed. "I am so sorry."

"It's okay," I sobbed, opening the glove compartment, looking for napkins, "it's probably from my anxiety. It happens." There were no napkins. He tapped my shoulder, handing me his pocket square. "Thanks."

"I'm really sorry."

"I said it's okay, I can't believe I rebelled again...Am I-"

"Rachel. Look, there is somethi-"

"Am I drunk?"

"What?"

"My head is killing me, am I hungover?"