The storm was really howling out there, outside of the college gym building. Drake pulled himself out of the pool, and watched out the windows as the rain fell heavily. He was in the gym past closing time, but the coaches allowed it. They didn't care how long he practiced as long as he won them their competitions. But he was bored.

Drake pushed himself to his feet and padded to the locker room, where he dried off, and dressed. He wore an old t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of basketball shorts. He slipped his feet into tennis shoes, grabbed a backpack with his water and other various things inside, and headed out to his car.

He didn't bother shielding himself from the downpour, he loved the feeling of the rain and the electric currents buzzing in the air around him. When he got to his car he wrenched the already unlocked doors open and tossed his backpack inside. Then Drake climbed in, started the car up, and screeched out of the parking lot.

A few minutes later he was driving down the main road of the town, windshield wipers frantically trying to keep the rain of the glass... When he came around a curve in the road to see another car, upside down. He slammed on the breaks.

The car locked up and began to hydroplane towards the upside down vehicle. Drake couldn't stop it. The car began to turn sideways, and he knew he was going to collide with the other vehicle. He braced himself, but the impact never came.

Drake's car had stopped but only three feet away from the driver side of Raina's car. Quickly, he pushed his door open and dropped to his knees beside the window of the upside down car. There was someone in there. "Cover your eyes!" he yelled, moments before busting out the window.

"Hang on okay?" he told the girl. "I need to get you out of here and out of the road, before we both get hit." He looked her over. She seemed to be understanding well enough, and that was a good sign. All that blood, however, probably meant she had a concussion, at the very least. He needed to get her to a hospital.

He reached in and unbuckled her seat belt, with minimal trouble, keeping his arm up to keep her from falling on her face into the broken glass and debris of the car. "Here," he said, offering her strong hands to gently pull her from the window. "Come on, I've got you."

By now, he was completely soaked to the bone. Water dripped from his hair and nose. He peeked into the other windows to be sure no one else was in the car. He would wait now and see how she was feeling, before calling the police, putting her in his car, or whatever the next step was.