There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate (36)

"How did you guys even make up, anyway?" Alex asked, and Jesse's grip on the steering wheel tightened so hard that his knuckles were white. Even though he knew the reason I had kissed Hunter, I knew he didn't want to be reminded of it. I would have reached out to grab his hand, but I didn't know if that was the safest thing considering he was driving. "I mean, Jesse looked like he was literally going to kill Hunter right there in the hospital."

"Hunter did what he does best," I sighed, turning my head to look out the window.

"Kill?" Alex guessed, and the word made me want to puke. That definitely was something that Hunter was good at.

"He's good at that, but I was talking about threatening," I informed him, still not looking away from the window. "He threatened my brother's life and tricked me into kissing him. Now that you know, just shut up about it and never talk about it again. It was a mistake."

Alex whistled. "Someone's pissed."

"Yeah, I am," I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest tightly.

"I wasn't talking about you."

I looked over to see Jesse was still gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were still white. Not even caring if we crashed or not anymore, I reached over and clutched onto one of his hands. This caused him to loosen his hold and drop our hands to his lap.

"Hey, hey, hey," Alex called out, causing me to roll my eyes at him. "You may not care about our safety, but I do. I don't want to die. Both hands on the wheel, mister."

Jesse rolled his eyes at our blonde friend, unhappily removing his hand from my grip so that both of them were now on the steering wheel. I kept my hand on his lap and waited to see what he did. When he didn't push it away, I knew it was alright for it to be there.

"Don't you go putting your hand down his pants either."

I turned around to glare at Alex, who was now grinning at me. That didn't surprise me, but I couldn't help but glare at him. But that only made him grin even more, which was usual for Alex.

When we finally got back to the camp, we just sat in the car for a few moments in silence. I knew that my friends were probably going to ambush me with hugs and such, but I didn't know if my body was going to be strong enough for all of that.

"Alex," I began, trying to think of a way to get the girls not to attack me when I finally came back to the camp, "could you go in first and tell the girls not to really touch me or anything? I mean, I'm still really sore and everything and I know they want to hug me. And I need to talk to Jesse, so..."

"Say no more," Alex sighed, sliding out from the middle back seat and out of the car, leaving a confused Jesse sitting next to me. I knew he had no idea what I wanted to talk to him about, but that was kind of a good thing. He was always so cute when he was confused.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, stretching out his hands against his lap. Yeah, it must hurt to clutch onto the steering wheel so hard you lose the color in your fingers... "Is there something wrong?"

"I just want to know..." I started off softly, trying to think of a way to ask him without pissing him off or upsetting him. "Are you still angry about that thing with Hunter? When Alex brought it up, you still seemed really angry. I mean, that's understandable and everything, but... you shouldn't be angry about something like this."

"I shouldn't be angry?" Jesse repeated, his eyebrows furrowing as he turned to look at me. "You don't think I should be angry with the fact that my enemy just made out with my girlfriend who he had just seriously wounded and put in the hospital?"