Wild Child Page #6

Freddie Kingsley. Nice

to finally see you...

when I'm not delirious

or half naked.

Don't speak too soon.

And is it wrong

for me to say that

I'm just a teeny

bit disappointed?

- Come on, trouble.

Let's hit the road.

Hey, I thought

maybe we could...

take a romantic stroll

around the school grounds.

And get caught?

Are you out of your mind?

Call me old-fashioned,

but I actually do

quite like living.

I thought you said

you could drive.

It's not my fault

your stupid car doesn't work.

- Have you ever thought

of changing gears?

That's the car's job.

Turn right here.

- We drive on the

left in this country.

Whatever.

And so I threw the whole lot

over the cliff.

My dad went mental,

as Drippy would say.

Drippy says I was crazy,

but Kate said she

would have done...

exactly the same

in my position.

Sorry, chattering

away like this.

Feel free to shut me up.

Well, remind me

never to get on your bad side.

But the thing is,

I'm pretty sure

you don't have one.

- Here you go, trouble.

Bread and fries,

that's my treat?

If I affect your life

in no other way,

then allow me this honor,

the humble chip butty.

Here we go.

Kind of gross, but I like it.

You know, this is one

of the best dates I...

The best date I've ever had.

There's something

about you, Poppy Moore.

Every moment I'm with you,

I catch my breath.

Clutch.

Guys. Guess what? You'll

never believe it.

- What happened?

- 'Dear Ruby,

'you cannot imagine

how retarded these idiots are.

'They're a bunch

of ugly losers...

who think a mani-pedi

is a Latin greeting.

'I despise these

village idiots,

'but I have to pretend

to like them...

so they'll help me get

out of this hell hole.

'I tried doing it on my own,

and it was impossible.

'Still, they're so thick

they'll never realize.

'I'll be out of this asylum

by the end of term.'

I didn't write that.

Hardly any of it,

just the loser part.

- But that was weeks ago.

- Well, it's dated today.

And it's from your

e-mail address.

- Where did you get it?

- It was taped to the door.

You're a seriously

horridious cow.

Come on, guys.

- You have to believe me.

- Just forget it, okay?

- Why would you do that?

You can't believe I

actually wrote this.

All we did was to try to make

your life here happier, Poppy.

I thought we were friends.

So, all I have to

do is hook up...

with the headmistress' son,

and it's a sure thing

that they expel me.

He's a total English dweeb.

Pretty gross but

an easy target.

Give me a week, tops.

I can explain.

Please, I really

need to talk to you.

Can't right now.

You know, the limo's

coming in five,

and I have nada to wear.

- Where are you going?

- Nick's house.

Not the Jimmy Choos.

They don't match,

for Christ's sake.

Rubes, I just

need some advice.

Something really

bad has happened.

Crap. Fashion emergency.

Got to go. See you soon as.

- Love you.

- Love you more.

Sorry, Roddy. Couldn't

get rid of her.

What was I saying?

- Roddy? Babe?

- No, Ruby. Still me. Babe.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Kate. Kate, quick. Wake up.

- What's wrong now?

- I didn't mean to do it.

It was an accident. I

thought I put it out.

I thought I'd stopped it.

I don't know what happened.

I didn't want to hurt anybody.

- Jesus, Poppy. You're

a proper psycho.

Help me get everyone

up before it spreads.

Josie. Josie, get up.

Josie, there's a fire. Get up.

Fire. Fire, everyone get up.

Fire. It's a real

fire. Get out of bed.

Get up, it's a fire.

This isn't a practice.

You guys, get up.

Come on, darling, get up.

It's a fire, it's not a drill.

- Josie...

- No, I'm not getting up.

Get up, we're on fire.

It's a real fire.

Please, everybody get up.

- Phoebe Faircloff.

- Here.

- Susan Casey.

- Here.

Let me out. Let me out.

Check the pressure

on tank three.

Charlie, take the

first position.

- Daisy Bevin?

- Here.

- Can't hear you, Daisy.

- Here.

Jennifer Logan.

Jennifer? Has

anyone seen Drippy?

Come on, girls.

Who was the last

person to see Drippy?

Freezer. Drippy's

in the freezer.

Poppy, come back.

- Stay back, girls.

- Stop her.

Drippy. Drippy.

Drippy.

What's going on?

You're a very foolish,

very brave girl.

All right, off to

the ambulance now.

My God.

- What do you think happened?

- Don't know yet.

We're lucky, could've

been a lot worse.

- Well done, Poppy.

You saved us. You

were brilliant.

- Hey. I believe

this is yours.

Thank you.

Do you realize you

could have killed her?

Thank you.

Well done. Thanks, Poppy.

- You could have

killed all of us.

Didn't mean to.

I thought I'd

stopped it. I swear.

I don't understand.

I heard footsteps,

and then I put it out.

I was just so upset

at everything,

and I wish I hadn't done it.

I really wish you

hadn't done it, too.

Someone here knows...

exactly what

happened last night.

What we're clear on is...

that this fire

was no accident.

If you have the

sense to own up,

no legal charges

will be filed.

If not, it will be passed on

to the local authorities.

You have until the

end of the day...

to come forward.

Dear Freddie,

how can I begin

to say I'm sorry?

You are good and

honest and true,

and, well, I'm the opposite.

But I'm learning.

So now I'm going to

do the right thing.

And if it means I

have to leave here.

I just want you to know,

I promise you I never

wrote that e-mail.

For a moment there, yeah,

you were my ticket

out of here.

But then I got to know you.

I have never felt

this way before...

about anyone...

and I really need

you to know that.

Come in.

Oh, what can I do

for you, Poppy?

It's what I used to

start it. It was...

an accident, and I

thought I put it out.

But I guess not.

Obviously not.

Oh, Poppy.

You realize what this

means, don't you?

- Will I be expelled?

- The Honor Court will decide,

but I suspect you'll

understand...

that it's just a

formality at this point.

The weird thing is

I really did try

to turn it around.

I didn't want to

disappoint you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, too, Poppy.

Do you think maybe...

you could give this

to Freddie for me?

I told her it was me.

I'm going to the Honor Court,

and then I'll be leaving.

So, this is for you.

Well done. You finally

got what you wanted.

You must be overjoyed.

- I couldn't be more unhappy.

- Please. Give it a rest.

Mom?

- Hey, I've been

looking for you.

Hi.

- So you backed

out of our deal.

What deal?

- That you won't fry my head.

- Yeah.

But you poached my heart.

Hey. Come on.

What if it doesn't

have a moral?

Or says Alice.

I think I just fell

down the rabbit hole...

and found it.

Look.

- She looks exactly like you.

- Yeah. She was my mom.

She went to this school.

I didn't even know.

Well, guess it's time

to face the music now.

Josie, I'm never wrong.

When am I ever wrong?

You're wrong when we did

the math challenge.

Hey. She's confessed.

She's going to Honor

Court this afternoon.

- That's brave.

- And really stupid.

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