The Curse of Downers Grove Page #4

- Right?

No, Chuck.

Yeah. And...

And that's why

this all makes sense.

You know,

that's why I forgive you.

Forgive me?

Are you kidding?

That's why this is

gonna work for us.

Chuck, there is no "we."

There is no f***ing "us."

Whatever you think

you know about me,

it's all f***ing made up

in your head.

All this sh*t you're doing,

following me,

you need to stop it,

and you just need to keep

the f*** away from me, Chuck.

Stay the f*** away from me.

He followed us to the bluff.

What did he say exactly?

He thinks we're in

some kind of relationship.

Unfortunately there's not much

we can do with that.

This guy's serious.

He tried to rape me.

- Any witnesses?

- No.

He cornered me in a bathroom.

Hey, look,

I mean, she's here now.

Do you guys really want to be

the ones who were warned

and then dropped the ball

after the fact?

Can't just arrest him.

I can pay him a visit,

let him know

we've been made aware.

Usually that's enough.

What's his name?

- Chuck Whitmore.

- Chuck Whitmore.

The WC football player.

Chuck Whitmore.

Yeah, Charlie Whitmore's son.

Charlie's one of us.

So what, that makes him

untouchable?

I think it's best if we

show it to Charlie first.

That's enough for now.

When we know more,

you'll know more.

- So that's it?

- Yeah.

That's it.

His dad's an ex-cop?

Right, yeah.

Which is not a good thing.

Didn't make me feel any better.

As soon as I mentioned his name,

they completely changed.

I'm definitely staying over.

Awesome.

On the couch.

That's cool.

Jake pissed on it a bunch.

It's been cleaned.

I don't know if it ever

really, truly comes out,

but if you want to...

Stop. Please?

Well, hey, I don't want to

invite myself over...

Yes. Stay.

That'd be good.

Okay, cool. Well, um...

I guess I just need to let my boss

know I'll be in and out.

Are you sure you don't mind

sticking around?

No, of course not.

Does that thing work?

Okay, well, use it.

What are you doing?

Jesus!

I'm sorry.

I took a mean spill.

Your brother has

some serious weed.

Hey, it's Bobby.

I don't have a condom,

and even if you do in your

wallet, I'm still a virgin,

and I'd like for it

to stay that way, temporarily.

You know, it hadn't even

crossed my mind.

I was kidding.

It did, but I got rid of

the idea quick.

Okay, um...

I should probably go to sleep

'cause I have school tomorrow.

Will you be here

when I get back?

Yeah, of course,

if it makes you feel safe.

We don't need to say a thing

No sex.

- What is true is true

- Okay.

But never be too far from me

Now I am a part of you

Sail out past the breakers

Maybe there is a curse,

and this year it's on me.

It's the curse.

Maybe I'm the curse.

Is that the mechanic's car?

It's nothing.

Thanks for the ride.

It's not nothing.

It belongs to that guy.

So why'd you have

to f***ing ask, Ian?

- Sorry.

- It's fine.

You barely said a word

the whole ride home.

You got a stranger's car

in your driveway

and this look on your face like

someone is trying to kill you.

And your locker blew up.

You can't pretend like

it's just another day.

Hey, look, I've known you

since kindergarten.

You can tell me anything.

If you're worried

about the curse,

there's only three days left

to graduation, and if there's...

Bobby, whose car it is,

we started dating and...

and the rest is PMS.

Guys, get out of your PJs

and cancel that f***ing party.

We tried. We posted

Facebook messages and...

We did our best,

but it's in the ether,

and we can't stop people

from showing up.

What's wrong?

Something happen?

Are you sure it was him?

The f***ing car battery

was in my locker, Tracy.

Where are you going?

It's probably better

if we don't talk about it.

- You can't.

- The hell I can.

If I don't do something about it,

it's just gonna get worse.

Bobby...

Come on.

Hey, listen to me.

Bobby?

Bobby, I'm serious.

Come on.

Look, you don't know me

that well. I can take him.

You're right.

I don't know you.

But I know that

if you do something stupid,

you could wind up in jail

or worse.

And I'm not up for that.

Okay.

We'll do it your way.

- What is your way?

- I don't have a way.

I can't think.

You know, it might not be

such a bad idea to have the party.

Just hear me out.

If this guy's stupid enough

to show up at your door

uninvited with a bone to pick,

we'll have plenty of witnesses.

And as long as I can

make sure you're safe,

then the cops or his dad

won't be able to save him.

It's just nights like tonight

that I get so concerned about,

the nights where

I won't be here.

I don't get off till 3 a.m.

I'll be here when you get back.

I promise.

You better be.

Your new boyfriend is rad.

And your girlfriend is a slut.

You're not gonna hear

any complaints from me.

She feels bad enough.

So do I.

You remember how Dad

taught us how to shoot?

Yeah. I have

permanent ear damage.

Well, I guess he was too scared

to use his shotgun on himself

before he left

and forgot it when he split.

It's in my room under my bed.

Good to know.

It's the curse.

Guys, please!

Guys!

Please?

Do you hear that?

Sounds like

it's coming from outside.

Hey, Jake, what is it?

Call the cops.

Bobby!

If you keep this up,

it's only gonna get uglier.

Keep what up?

You made your point, all right?

Just let it go.

No, man.

I haven't even come close

to making my point.

So tell me, Bobby,

what the f*** are you

gonna do about it?

Whatever I have to.

Let's take a walk.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Back up, back up, back up!

Back up, back up.

Put that down.

Let's do this like men.

Put it down.

I love that you think this is

gonna make a difference.

When I'm done with her,

you're going to be tasting me

for the rest of your life.

Ooh!

There you go.

Good stuff.

I learned a lot about

conflict resolution

in my advanced psych classes.

Did you?

The last resort

is physical violence.

I would've had him

had he not cheap-shotted me.

Look, you know about my dad

and meth, right?

What I never told you

was that because of that

he owed some money

to some bad people.

I spent too many nights

either fighting him off

or mending him.

So, please, do not

go after Chuck again.

Hey, look at me.

Look at me.

Say it.

Say it.

I won't go after him again.

Good.

We gotta figure out what to do.

We can't just f***ing

sit around here and just...

We're gonna f***ing

do something.

As soon as Chuck

figures what we're doing,

we're gonna go f***ing do it.

Whatever he says,

that's what we're gonna do.

What the f*** are we gonna do

about these two?

These chicks, man.

They think that they can get...

- Son of a b*tch.

- I'm gonna f*** her friend.

- Her little f*ggot brother, too.

- I'm gonna f***...

- So what are we gonna do?

- We're gonna do something.

We're going to f***ing

do something.

As soon as Chuck says what we're

gonna do, we're gonna do.

What about her f*ggot-ass

little brother?

What about her brother?

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