The New Girl

Chapter Fifteen

***Hello, there! Here's a new chapter! I changed something in the past couple chapters. Instead of being a "Winter Dance," now it's a "Sweetheart Dance." Since the dance is in February, I changed it to the "Sweetheart Dance." See, it's around Valentine's Day, so I think it works better :)

Anyway, here's the chapter.

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[Re-Cap]

But what happens next, happens too fast for me to even register it. A loud honk sounds from ahead of me and I whip my head up, blinking away the tears.

I can see a huge truck speeding toward me, not even bothering to veer off. I grab the wheel—abandoning any pretense of switching on the headlights—and swerve out of the way. I don’t do it in time, though. The impact of the car hitting the back of Ollie’s car reverberates through the entire vehicle.

The Slug Bug flies off the road, airbags bursting from every end of the car. I twirl the wheel on a three-sixty, trying to regain control. But it’s much too late.

Only vague details catch me after that…

A tall tree.

An earsplitting crash.

An airbag blowing up in my face.

A hundred twinkling white lights.

And then blackness.

[New Chapter]

Chapter Fifteen

(Scott’s POV)

I tear after Jordin, clawing through the crowd frantically. Even from my distance and the obstructions in my line of sight, I can see her waterfall of fiery hair slithering away from me. I shove people out of my way furiously, trying to catch up to her.

“Jordin!” I scream. “Jordin!”

She doesn’t stop, though. I yank my car keys out of my pocket, pushing the door open right after I see Jordin storm out of it. I start sprinting toward my Toyota, but something stops me. A dripping wet hand grabs onto the collar of my jacket and pulls me back.

“Oh, no, you don’t, Scott,” a voice growls in my ear.

I crane my neck back and my nose collides with another one. I stumble away, muttering a quick apology. I turn away with the full intention of speeding away in my car, but the same hand wraps itself around my wrist—the long nails digging themselves into my skin.

“Scott Grady,” the authoritative voice commands.

“What?” I demand, whirling around.

“That little priss of a girlfriend you have just threw me into ice cold water!” Chloe screeches, her eyes narrowing in anger. “And you’re still going after her?”

As I open my mouth to answer ‘yes,’ I hear a car screech away. I yank my arm out of Chloe’s grasp and race to my car. I leave the scowling girl in the dust, and climb into the driver’s seat of my car. I stab the key into the ignition and hit the road, zooming at seventy-five miles per hour in a thirty mile zone.

“Please forgive me, please forgive me,” I chant this phrase the whole time, tailing after the Slug Bug ahead of me. “Come on, Jordin. Please,”

I watch, my eyes peeled, as her car tears down the road at a quick speed. The memory of the Sweetheart Dance keeps replaying in my mind. It’s all a fast reel, though—so only specific details stand out in my fuzzed brain.

Me leaning in and kissing Chloe. The smirk on Chloe’s lips as she kissed me. Her friend giggling and her heels tapping away. Jordin yanking Chloe and me apart. Chloe being thrown into the cheesy fountain. Jordin rushing out of the building.