My fingers were still wrapped around Jesse's collar, so I yanked on it at the same time that I tackled him. We hit the asphalt road hard, rolling a couple of times.

Jesse stopped fighting the moment we collided with the ground, but his chest was heaving and I'd never seen his creepy red eyes so furious.

When we stopped rolling, I groaned. I was on top of him, sprawled out with my poor limbs scratched and bleeding.

"Are you okay?" the hot nerd asked, crouching beside ...