Just Go With It. (Editing of Minor Errors!)

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter 21         Your My Superman

 Jess P.O.V.

“Jess, look at me” I hear Jack plead. I look up at him

“Yeah?”

Jack falls onto his kneels in front of me. “You saved me.” He whispers

“I did what anyone else what have done”

“No Jess. You stayed calm, you got me downstairs. I panicked. I was a complete mess in there!” He says and he points to the burning building about 100 yards behind us.

“Maybe we should call for some help?”

“Yeah, do you have your phone with you?”

“Jack. I am a teenage girl. Of course I have my phone” I say, smiling a bit. I hear Jack chuckle and he sits down next to me against the tree. “Here, you call”

I hand him my phone and Jack dials 9-1-1. Within minutes, the Police, Fire Department, and EMS show up. The Fire Department work on putting out the fire, the Police surround the area. One young, handsome Police Officer finds Jack and I.

“Are you the one who called for help?”

We both nod.

The Police Officer nods and he radios for EMS to hurry over here. I’m sitting on the back of the ambulance, with my feet hanging out as the EMT wraps up my hand and forearm.

“Mam I highly recommend that you go to the hospital”

“I am fine” I say again and again. Jack walks over with a bandage across his eyebrow.

“Jess, listen to the man. It’s his job.”

“Jack, I am fine. It’s just a cut.”

“Mam, you need stitches.” The EMT chimes in.

“Jess, please? Just go to the hospital. I’ll ride in with you.”

“Fine, whatever”

Jack and I get into the back of the ambulance and the EMT’s get in the front.

“Uh Jack?”

“Yeah babe?”

“When the Police come to question us they are going to ask if we are dating and what not, right?”

“Uhm, yeah probably, why?”

“Well what are we going to do when they find out you’re my teacher? They are bound to check both of our backgrounds and such.”

“Shit. Uh, I don’t know Jess.” Jack says and I can see the worry in his eyes. We get to the hospital and the EMT’s make sure that Jack and I get a room and that we are settled and everything.

I lie down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. “Jack, we are screwed” I say. He walks over and sits down on my bed

“We will figure something out. When do you turn 18?”

“Uhh, that depends. What time is it?”

“It’s like 5:00 AM, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Well that means I have been alive for 18 years and 30 minutes now”

“Jess, it’s your birthday?!”

“Yup. What a great 18th birthday, right?”

“I’m sorry babe” Jack says. I sit up and Jack wraps his arms around me. “Happy Birthday” He whispers