The Curse of Downers Grove Page #3

There you go. It's gone.

Come on.

Where are we going?

I don't remember

what I was doing.

You and Monica Chase?

When did that happen?

Recent, recent.

Very recent.

Sorry. You should wait here

for a second.

What are you doing here?

You're not a very nice girl.

I mean, why the f*** would you

do something like this

to somebody who has

an earnest interest in you?

An earnest interest

in raping me.

Is that how you remember it?

I seem to recall it differently.

No?

What do you want, Chuck?

What do I want?

What do I want?

- Can I get a ride?

- No.

Dave, right?

How do you know his name?

I'm Chuck.

Pleasure.

By the way, I'm really sorry

to hear about your dad.

It's... terrible.

No kid should have

to go through that.

- Hi, pal.

- Hi.

Who the hell was that?

And how does he know about Dad?

Chuck Whitmore,

starting QB for Willow

with a really f***ed-up eye.

If either of you

ever see him again,

just stay away from him.

Why are you here

on your day off?

The sooner I get the cars

into racing shape,

the sooner I can sell them.

What's wrong?

Are you mothering

your mom again?

No. She's away.

I just did something

really stupid.

Like what?

You know that group of

Willow Creek football players?

Yeah. They drive by

wasted all the time.

Yeah, well, Tracy and I went

to one of their parties,

and that guy Chuck

tried to attack me.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Look, if he ever

comes near you again,

just promise me

you'll come to me for help.

You're pretty cute

when you're worried.

Nice. That's nice.

How about when I'm not worried?

Un-cute?

No, no, no, no.

You're beautiful.

But, um, you worry a lot.

So...

Nice save, Bobby.

I should go.

No, well, look, don't...

You don't have to leave.

I'm gonna be working

on this car for a while,

so you're more than welcome to

stay if... you still want to.

Bobby, mind if I make a complete

and utter ass of myself?

The floor's yours.

I've been coming by for months.

We share all these

intimate secrets, and...

why haven't you asked me out?

I... I don't know.

Okay...

Sorry for putting you

on the spot.

Bye.

What did the doctor say?

You can play, right?

Spot me. Spot me.

All right. One more.

- What did the doctor say?

- Shut up!

Would you just shut the f*** up?

What'd the doctor say?

He said I'm f***ing blind.

That if I'm lucky,

I'll be seeing in my right eye

in about 35 f***ing years.

That's what the doctor said.

That someday maybe

I'll end up being

some f***ing townie piece

of sh*t loser like you, Guy.

Maybe someday

if I'm f***ing lucky!

F***!

Chrissie.

Ian, what's wrong?

What happened?

I was jumped.

- Did you see him?

- Who?

- Whoever did this.

- It happened too fast.

Does this have to do with you?

It's better if you just

keep away from me.

But...

- So you hold it like that.

- Yeah?

- Make sure you press here.

- But what's that going to do?

Just ignore that.

That's just decoration.

- Decoration?

- Yeah.

- You drew that?

- Yeah.

- That's pretty cool.

- Yeah?

Okay, show me.

Show me.

God, this is not happening.

- Seriously?

- Wait! Hey!

Dave said the freak show

showed up at school today.

Sh*t, man.

Yeah, he came by school,

knew exactly who I was,

who my brother was,

mentioned Dad.

Yeah?

What are you doing?

You know, I think the freak show

was probably just

trying to scare you.

What?

What are you not telling me?

I'm sorry.

In advance.

You agreed to what?

A f***ing party here?

- Are you out of your mind?

- It was her idea.

- We came up with it together.

- It's all over Facebook.

Yeah, if you checked your page,

Tracy's page, or my page,

you would've known last week.

What's that supposed to mean?

- Tell her, Tracy.

- Yeah, tell me, Tracy.

We were just thinking you could

use a little social jolt

heading into summer.

How selfless of you both,

but no f***ing way.

Tracy, you may like

hooking up with random dudes,

doing whatever drug they put

in front of your face,

but that's not me.

I have a dad

who's an addict, okay?

Could even be dead by now,

for all I know.

I don't want people doing weird

sh*t in this f***ing house!

Cancel it.

What? Post it on Facebook.

Canceled.

It's not that easy.

It's been on our Twitter feeds.

We sent out a mass email.

If you paid more attention

to social media

instead of lurking around a gas

station between honors classes,

- you'd know.

- Shut up! Shut up!

Find a way to cancel that party.

And stop smoking that sh*t

in the house!

Hey, Bobby. What's up?

Um...

Chrissie's best-kept secret

here in the flesh.

Bobby, is it? I have heard

so many rad stories about you.

Weren't you in the middle of

something really important?

Yeah, right, the party.

Tuesday night.

I hope you can make it, Bobby.

Um, so...

Y-Yeah...

I came over here to...

just to ask you if you would

like to go on a date with me.

Now?

No, not... not now.

We don't have to go now.

If you don't, if you can't...

I can come back.

Now's perfect.

I'm just gonna go change

real quick.

Okay.

It's beautiful.

Question...

what where you thinking,

going to that party

in the first place?

Why? Do I sense

a little jealousy?

Let's... call it concern.

Next question.

What does a girl like you want

with a grease monkey like me?

God. I don't know.

You're...

You're different.

So what do you think

about this curse

everyone keeps talking about?

That's like asking

if you believe in God,

the afterlife, the supernatural.

Do you?

No. The curse?

Absolutely not.

What about God?

I mean, I'm not really

a religious guy or anything,

but just look at that sky.

Impossible that was man-made.

It's made up of molecules.

The clouds are made up

of tiny droplets of water

and ice crystals so light

they hang in the sky.

I flunked in whatever class

you learned that in, but...

let's agree it's not man-made.

Okay.

Um...

What about physical attraction?

Is that made up

of molecules, too?

Sorry.

You're f***ing...

You're f***ing

out of your mind, dude.

What the f***

are you doing here?

I need to talk to her.

It's really important.

No, it's not!

Get the f*** out!

Bobby, it's fine, okay?

I'll be back in one second.

Hey, it's gonna be fine.

This is something

that I have to do.

Roll your window up.

He's high as hell.

He tried to f***ing rape you.

Bobby, I can handle this.

What? Are you stalking me?

Did you attack my friend Ian?

No.

I... Can I just...

I need to talk to you.

About what?

I've been thinking about

that thing you said.

The question you asked.

What question?

About what I want.

I don't know what the f***

you're talking about.

Um... I had a dream.

And it was f***ing vivid.

And then all of sudden, it just...

All this stuff made sense.

What? What made sense?

This.

What are you talking about?

See, I know that you...

You're feeling the same thing

I'm feeling.

Chuck...

I don't.

Yeah, you do.

Yeah, you do.

You have to.

- No. You're crazy.

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