Addy and Craig sit in the middle of the worn suspension bridge. There are large, jagged rocks below – the water’s all dried up. They hang in silence.
“He’s gonna be all right.”
“We don’t know that.”
“You were already braking . . . the car wasn’t going that fast.”
“Fuck! That was so fuckin’ stupid! What’s he gonna say to the cops?”
“If he’s smart he’ll tell them the truth – it was an accident.”
“Was it?”
“’Course it was. Tyler and everyone will back us up.” Craig puts his arm around her. Pulls her to him. “That kid’s a little fucked up anyway. No one’ll believe him.”
Addy wants to be convinced, but still. “I didn’t mean to . . . I was just . . . I don’t know why I did it.”
“It’s over. Besides, we’re out of here tomorrow. We’re gone. And hey,” his voice softens, “I love you.” When she shifts away, he lets her go, hurt. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Let’s get outta here. Let’s go back to your place and sleep for a few hours.” He takes her hand, tugs on it, but again she pulls away. “We can go to my place, then.” He waits. “Well, where do you want to go?”
“I kinda feel like being alone.”
“Fine, I’ll pick you up in the morning.”
She watches him walk away angry. She doesn’t stop him.