The Curse of Downers Grove Page #2

These are just personal gripes.

I'm not even gonna

to get into wars,

gas f***ing ovens,

ethnic cleansing,

random, meaningless violence

and all that,

'cause we'd be here all night.

Wow.

That's hardcore deep sh*t, man.

I have a lot of stuff on my mind.

Way too much stuff.

What the f***?

Cut the sh*t! Jesus!

What's your problem, guy?

Are you psychic?

My name is Guy.

- No sh*t.

- Yeah, sh*t.

We were wondering if you girls

wanted to join us

on a little adventure.

Maybe next time when you don't

scare the sh*t out of us.

You don't know who he is,

do you?

Um, no.

Hi, pretty.

I'm Chuck.

What's your name?

I'm Brittany, she's Courtney.

But we have to go.

Finals for college.

College? Really?

You guys look like maybe

you're still in high school.

And maybe you're worried

about the curse.

We survived the curse.

We're at Northwestern.

Where do you go?

Willow Creek.

Chuck is our star QB.

Do you guys not read the paper?

He was our backup junior year...

Hey, Guy, shut the f*** up.

Why don't you guys

come to a party

over on our side of town?

It'll be fun.

No.

Hold, please, Chuck.

Please don't make me beg.

Willow Creek's

in another county.

We'll do a drive-by.

If it's sketch,

we'll get out of there, okay?

Please.

- Chuck?

- Yeah.

It's a bad night.

Maybe some other time.

What if I promise

to have you home

before you turn into a pumpkin?

Scout's honor.

Let's not do

anything stupid, okay?

When have I ever?

- Really want me to answer that?

- Yes!

Actually, no.

Bottles don't pop

Drinks don't spill

I don't even drink,

but the party's over here

Flight ain't even land,

but my terminal is filled

Because they hear

that I'm the man

Yeah, I'm terminally ill

There's a feeling,

don't you fight it

I got the flame to the game

and I'm about to reignite

I see your little face

Baby girl,

don't try to hide it

If you had the chance

to live it, won't you try it?

'Cause there's a party over here,

party over here

Party over here,

party over here

And if you ain't heard,

it's the party of the year

He's kinda cute.

You could totally

make out with him.

I wouldn't say anything.

It would just be

between you and me

and everyone else

who's watching.

One, two, three.

All right.

Let's go find those boys.

I'll be there in a sec.

You'll be okay, right?

I'll be fine. Very fine.

Hey.

Hey, you.

It's good to see you.

I didn't think

you were gonna come.

Yeah, me, too.

- You all right?

- Yeah, no, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Shh.

Whoa. Um...

I have to pee.

Sorry. I'm just gonna...

Just a sec.

Just a sec.

Hey.

What was that?

I had to go to the bathroom?

Relax, relax, relax.

Relax, relax, relax.

It's okay, it's okay.

- Um...

- It's okay. Shh...

Why are you freaking out?

- I'm not. I'm just...

- Shh...

- Um, Chuck, I feel like...

- It's okay. You feel like what?

I feel like I should probably

go find Tracy.

Make sure she's okay.

- She's fine.

- Chuck...

Hey. Whoa!

Slow down.

Hey! Whoa!

Chuck, come on, please?

Chuck, please?

- Please.

- Shh...

What the f*** is wrong with you?

I'm just...

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Please don't!

Stop it! Please!

Come on! Stop it!

- Wait till we finish.

- Get the f*** off me, Chuck.

This is it.

Hey!

F***in' finish it, b*tch!

F*** off me!

Get off of me!

Get off!

Where's Chuck?

Are you okay?

What the f***

does it look like, you idiot?

Tracy? That guy Chuck

tried to f***ing rape me.

Get out of there!

It's not f***ing safe!

Hey!

- Are you okay?

- Get us out of here.

Okay, so definitely not

one of my best ideas.

Do you think the curse

may be on one of us?

No.

I mean, one of us would be dead,

right? If it was on one of us.

Maybe it just, like,

passed over us.

Shut the f*** up!

Okay. It's gonna be fine.

No, it's not gonna be

f***ing fine!

Why not?

Because I think I just poked

some f***ing guy's eye out,

so it's so far

from f***ing fine!

We can never tell

anyone about this, okay?

Okay.

We need a plan.

Sh*t.

God, if you do exist and can hear me,

please let this all be a bad dream.

Our friend

seems to be awakening.

I... where...

where is this? Where am I?

Do not be alarmed, my friend.

My man Ivan found

you in the crypt.

Sh*t.

God!

Fu...

Sh*t.

God!

What are you doing?

Let me see your eye.

My God!

What happened to you?

- Can you see?

- No.

- What?

- No, I can't see!

You know what that does to

your f***ing football career?

No, I don't know!

They won't even hire

a f***ing one-eyed mascot!

I busted my ass for years to get

you out of this f***ed-up town!

And now...

Damn it!

Someone we know is gonna die.

I've been dreaming about Indians

since I was a little girl.

Maybe it's because

our town was built

on land that was stolen

from the Indians in 1832.

I can't help but wonder

if this has something to do

with the curse.

But if that were the case,

then all of America

would be cursed.

Maybe we all are.

Stop it.

You're making connections

that aren't there.

There is no f***ing curse,

God is elusive if he exists,

and you poked out

some goon's eye at a party

after he tried to rape you.

That's reality.

Get out of your head and deal.

What are you doing?

The acoustics in the basement

started to sound funk-defied.

It's five in the morning.

Everything sounds...

whatever it is you just said.

You came in last night like

you were in a wrestling match

with an engine.

You finally get into it

with that mechanic?

Hey, what is going on with you?

What happened last night?

Nothing.

Hey, hey.

When Dad was around

and had his fits,

you always protected me and mom.

The least I can do is step up

and help when you need it.

Okay.

I don't even know

where to start.

Ask me about last night.

Whatever you want.

Did Tracy say anything about me?

Dweeb.

I have other follow-ups.

That was just my lead-in.

What?

Did you give any of them

your real name?

Hell, no.

What about your purse

with your ID's?

Do you still have it?

Hell, yes. Good night.

It's already morning.

Sorry.

It's okay. I'm just jumpy.

You know, we've been friends

since we were in kindergarten,

and there's something weird

happening between us.

I can't take it anymore.

What do you mean?

You haven't answered my texts

in weeks. What did I do?

Nothing.

I've just been really busy.

Is it the mechanic?

Are you keeping tabs on me?

Your brother is a font

of useful info, and...

I happen to care a little bit.

- Come on. I'm parked near you.

- All right.

I guess I have been

avoiding you.

Why?

I don't wanna hurt you.

Hurt me from what?

You know, we went to prom,

and that happened.

It's just weird.

Because you laid

a sloppy kiss on me?

We were drunk, and we kissed.

So what?

I don't want to lead you on.

Whoa. You thought

I spun a drunken kiss

into some kind of

potential relationship?

Really?

I'm such an idiot.

I can just erase it

from my mind, if you so wish.

Want me to... Okay.

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