"You're BLi.... You're BLi." He says shaking his head with disbelief.
"Yes and your a killjoy, we've established this already." I roll my eyes with a great deal of effort.
"But you're BLi and they're not helping you. Wait! Is this an ambush!?!" he whirls around frantically as if trying to spot an attacker.
"They did this to me. They being Korse and a couple of draculoid bastards. I'm a BLi rebel. We're virtually undercover killjoys in the academy. Now if you wouldn't mind doing me the favor of killing me, that would be great." I close my eyes and wait for him to walk off.
"Sorry babe, you rebelled against them BLi scum, so that definitely makes you a killjoy. And NO killjoy get's left behind." he smiles brushing the side of my cheek with his hand.
"Actually you'd be doing me a huge favor." I groan, because I know that I'm going' to be in a LOT of pain for a while.
"Then answer this for me, why didn't you just die on your own then? I mean, from the looks of your beating, and especially getting it from Korse, I'd expect you to already be dead by now."
He doesn't wait for an answer. His strong, yet gentle, hands slide under my shoulders and knees to pick me up and carry me to the car. He holds me close the whole time as if trying to feel my heart beat.
"You smell like cigarettes and car exhaust, you know that?" I whisper breathing in the strong smell of, you guessed it, cigarettes and car exhaust. The smell's so relaxing that i start to nod off.
"Ya I know," A smile touches his lips, "Hey, don't go fallin' asleep on me here." he shakes me just lightly enough to keep me awake, but not put me in pain.
"Sorry." I pop open my eyes when the smell of an old fire bird trans-am fills my nose.
"Just stay with me babe. After Dr. Death's done bandagin' you up, I'll make a hell-of-a-killjoy outta you." I see him smile at me through the rear-view mirror.
I smile back at him and take in his brilliant features as he readjusts his mirrors and checks his gauges. He's got beautiful dark brown eyes, soft lips, messy fire-red hair, perfect nose and brilliant blue killjoy jacket. I love the symbol, a red pill with an 'x' under it, in a circle. Wait, WHAT!?! Fire-red hair? Blue, jacket with an anti-pill symbol?
"Holy S**T Man You're PARTY POISON!" that's the last thing said before i faint in the backseat.
