The Other L Word

*Willow*

Hitting an airbag hurts like hell.

Something built in for our safety shouldn’t be that painful. I groaned as my head slammed back against the headrest.

It took a moment for me to truly process what happened. I looked over at Nathaniel who was slumped over the steering wheel. His head was bleeding so badly. Oh fuck!

My mind was racing a mile a minute. We crashed because Nathaniel had been drinking. No way he would pass a breathalyzer test right now. He would get charged with a DUI and possibly reckless endangerment for driving with me in the car for this. This could absolutely wreck his entire future.

Getting kicked out of the internship, incredibly bad press for the Wrenfords, possible expulsion from school, jail time.

I had to do something.

I undid my seatbelt and opened my door grateful that it hadn’t been smashed shut. As I stood up I realized my head was bleeding too, but I didn’t have time to address that. I limped around the car to Nathaniel’s side. His door wouldn’