others though, and I can handle it okay most of the time. However, there are those days that I lose it, but only ever in the privacy of my own room. I refuse to let that man see me cry anymore.
I’ve had Maverick over some and we go to the movies and dinner from time to time but the majority of our time together is actually spent at school. Between going to school, Maverick’s football and choir practice, there's not a lot of time.
I can’t say I will ever get used to the attention that I garner from being with Maverick. I probably never will. He’s smoking hot and popular and just an overall good guy. He makes me laugh like no other, well maybe other than Tori. That chick is some serious funny.
How is it that everything can seem to be so perfect and then all of a suddenly stop being so? In a quick blink of an eye it changes with no warning? Just when I was so incredibly happy, my world stopped being perfect.
Chapter 26-Charlie
It was an early evening and it had been raining on and off all day. We had hopes that the rain would let up for the game; however it had just started trickling again.
I was following Maverick to my house to drop my Jeep off so we could ride together, when the car came out of nowhere. I never saw it coming and I know Maverick didn’t either. The car ran a red light and plowed into the driver's side of Maverick's Camaro.
In that moment my stomach falls to the floor board and I feel paralyzed.
Instincts quickly take over and I throw Lexie into park and run to him like a bat out of hell leaving my door hanging wide open. By the time I get to his Camaro it starts raining harder and I’m getting soaked but I don’t care.
All of my thoughts are on Maverick. Is he okay, is he hurt and is he breathing?
I just know I can’t lose him; I need him like the air I breath.
I peek into his passenger side window and notice he has a huge gash on his forehead. I immediately called 911. I feel monotone while talking to the dispatcher. I keep my cool but I have the feeling, as if I’m floating outside of my body.
I know that this doesn’t look good. His whole driver's side is dented in with the other car still firmly attached to it. There’s no movement from the inside of the other car either. I figure the other driver has to be hurt as well.
My brain is going a hundred miles a minute. Every scenario known to man is flying through it. But then I quickly chastise myself and say, “He will be fine, because I need him and he needs me, he has to be.”
Never, have I ever thought about that. It was true though, he needs me as much as I need him.
I can hear the sirens and know they are almost here. Thank God, please hurry. I’m praying the whole time. Praying that God will keep him safe and everything will be okay.
As soon as the firemen and paramedics arrive and start working, I know something is wrong. The other driver is easier to get to and he’s immediately put into the ambulance and whisked away. Maverick is still stuck in his car. The firemen has to have the other vehicle moved and use a device I have only ever seen on TV, to get his driver side door opened. I stand watching on the sidelines with tears streaming down my face and soaked to the bone. I don’t feel the cold, but I feel completely numb.
The minute they pull Maverick out of the car, I let out the breath I don’t realize I’ve been holding. The paramedics immediately start bagging him and helping him to breathe. He isn’t conscious and I’m cared out of my mind.
One of the fireman starts walking towards me. “Miss, you really need to get out of the rain, you will catch your death out here. You’re soaking wet.” I can’t seem to find my voice to answer him, I just stand there.
He must have pulled his heavy fireman jacket off of himself, because he places it around my shoulders. It feels like lead, it’s so heavy. I can hear him speaking to another one of his firemen. “I think she’s in shock, we need to get her to the