Sudden Stop

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I twirled my hair around my finger as i watched Jeffery walk towards me. I waited for him to bring his lips to mine and kiss me, just like he always did. I knew they were watching. Those nosy, miserable business men and women stared at us. They didn't approve of this love that had been going strong for a year and a half. The nosiest, most miserable business man was Jeffery's father. I understood every reason why he hated me.2

Jeffery had a future ahead of him. He always got good grades, in the spring he was a star baseball player, in the fall an winter he was a gifted actor, and in the summer he always worked at a decent restaurant or video store.3

I, on the other hand, wasn't the best student because teachers always thought they could tell me what to do. I talked back and stood up for myself, and had a pretty bad detention record. My father is obsessed with football and my mother is a hardcore vegan. It just doesn't work well. Not to mention the fact that I have a far from perfect past. It wasn't my fault, but i got sent to a rehab clinic because someone drugged my drink and i had a terrible reaction to it. i was in the clinic for almost two months. No one ever tells the story and adds that it was not my fault.4

So Jeffery and I have the world against us but we're in love like i've never even imagined. His father gives us a disapproving glare and we turn our backs. Once he's off somehwhere, Jeffery and I are leaving.5

Our chance came half an hour later. We crawled out the bathroom window and got in his car. He drove us down to the only motel in town and we spent that night together. I can still remember every second of it, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.6

The next morning, we lay together and whispered to each other. We would have never gotten out of that tangle of sheets to dress if we didn't have to beat his father back to his house. We had fifteen minutes to get half an hour down the road. We were deep in trouble and I didn't know what was going to happen next.7

We got in his car and i felt an adrenaline rush as he sped up to about thirty over the speed limit. Neither of us spoke, and what came next is nothing but a fast-forwarded blur that i still don't quite understand.8

The car slid off the edge of the road and we hit a telephone pole. I remember standing next to the car with my arms around Jeffery while the police took a look at what happened. The two of us stared at our bodies in the front seat of that pile of rubble...9