“Bae cmon now…” Jesse grabbed your arm. You just gave him a blunt look and didn’t say anything. He looked back at the car and then back at you.

“I swear I didn’t mean to” He said. Jesse thought that you were mad at him because he scratched your car but in reality it wasn’t just no minor scratch. A car had hit him and he was lucky that he didn’t get hurt. You were mad because he didn’t even call you when he got hit. But you were relieved that he was OK.