Where the line ends.

After dinner...

I looked over at Jason. I never realized how much of a deep green his eyes were. I stared for a few seconds more, and then looked away, examining the stitches in my arm. They weren't as swollen, but still were bruised. I guess Jason noticed that I was looking at them, and he said, "When do you get them out?" "Sunday." "Oh." "Well I could take you if you wanted." Jason said as he looked at me. Apparently he was nervous, because he was biting the inner part of his lip. It's actually pretty cute how he does it. "Okay. I'll have to ask my brother though... He's kinda protective over me..." I said as I met his glance. I heard some tires screech, and then I looked out the window. I guess when Jason was talking to me, he forgot to keep his eyes on the road. I grabbed the safety handle by the door, and closed my eyes, swaying because of Jason's swerving. The car rolled into a ditch, roof down. I looked over at Jason, and he had a pinned foot, and A few scrapes on his face. He looked scared to death, with fear in his eyes. The other driver, pulled over, and ran up to my side of the car, because mine was closest to the street. The guy was yanking on the door handle, and was saying something, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Jason looked at me and started saying something, but I didn't hear him either.