Page 93 of One of Them Girls

“Excuse me?” I demand.

“What she’s a hot piece of ass.” Jared shrugs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Ryan says harshly.

“I’m sorry, but my best friend isn’t a whore,” I say.

“Trust me, I know. She’s a stuck-up fucking prude like you,” he spews.

I reach forward and punch the back of his shoulder.

“Fuck you!”

“No fuck you, Cassi!” he hisses, turning in his seat trying to get at me.

“Guys knock it off!” Ryan demands, trying to grab on to Jared’s shirt and pull him back into his seat. “Oh, fuck!”

I feel Ryan slam on the breaks and the back end of the car fishtail.

“Ryan,” I yell, scared.

“Get control, man,” Jarred hisses.

“I’m trying,” Ryan says with fear in his voice.

Then I feel it and close my eyes tight. We roll once, twice, and a third time. I whip from one side of the back seat to the other like a rag doll until we come to a stop on the driver’s side. I can’t help but whimper as I take stock of myself and “Roll On” by Kid Rock plays.

Nothing feels broken.

“Cass.” Jared looks back at me. “You okay?”

“I think so. You?”

“Yeah, I’m going to open the door and get you out. You’ll have to jump down,” he tells me.

“Okay,” I whisper, trying to push off my side.

Jared struggles to get the door open but after a couple of tries gets it to stay.

“Climb up. Use the side of the seat as a step to boost you. I’ll lift you.”

I do as he says and with no time he has me sitting on the edge of the car on the frame.

“Jump out and down.”

I do as he says and whimper when I land. My ankle throbbing.

“You okay?” he asks frantically.

“I’m okay, just get down here.”

With less grace and more struggle, Jared finally jumps down. I hobble into his arms and embrace him.

“I’m going to call 9-1-1, okay?” he whispers. “Stay where I can see you.”

I nod against his chest and pull away. Jared gets on the phone and starts relaying our location.

Ryan.

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