Accident at the Square, chapter 5
Around thirty minutes early - before the crash
Angie stumbled out of the gas station, not quite as drunk as she would have liked. A new found friend followed her out, "What're you doing?" he asked.
She turned around and looked at him, "What's your name again...?" she asked.
He sighed, "Drunk?" he asked.
Angie shook her head, "No, not at all..." she said, trying to keep her balance, "You know where Heather is?" she asked.
He shook his head, "Who now?"
Angie looked back at him, "Your name's...Jack, right?" she asked then gasped, "I have to pick up Heather..." she said, walking towards a random car.
Jack grabbed her shoulders and guided her over to his car, "You're too drunk to drive," he muttered.
She shook her head again, "Not drunk at all..." she muttered, "Where's your friend Heather at?" he asked, opening the door for Angie to get in.
Angie sat down, "School...?" she said.
Jack nodded, closing the door. He went over to the driver's side and started the car.
Angie woke up, completely sober now, "What happened...?" she asked, looking over at Jack.
"Well, you got high then fell asleep," he said, turning to her and shrugging a little, "Oh, and your friend Heather wasn't at the school," he said.
He turned his eyes back towards the road, "Oh shit..." he muttered.
They ran into another car. Angie, wide-eyed, got out of the car and ran over to the other car. The car had hit a lamp post before they hit it. Jack got out as well, looking at his car, "I'm a dead man..." he muttered.
Mike laid there, head on the steering wheel. He lifted his head and looked over at Heather. Surprisingly, she looked fine, but still unconscious.
He got out of the car and walked over to the people who hit the car, "Hey, I'm really sorry..." he said.
The girl just shook her head, "Don't worry about..." she said.
The boy looked at her, "Don't worry about? It's not even your car!" he said.
The girl just ignored him, "Was there anyone else in the car with you?" she asked.
Mike nodded, "This girl named Heather," he said.
The girl looked at him, "You know... You look really familiar..." she said.
Mike sighed, "That's what Heather said..." he said.
The girl continued to stare at him, "What's your name...?" she asked, glancing at the car. "Mike," he said.
"Shit..." she said and turned to the boy, "Jack, we have to get Heather out of there!" she said, trying to push the boy's car away.
"You can't seriously think that it's your friend, can you?" he asked.
She shot him a look, "Push!" she yelled at him.
With that, he helped push the car away. The girl opened the door on the passenger's side and pulled Heather.
Mike watched as she did this, "And your name is?" he asked.
"Angie, that's Jack..." she muttered.
Angie laid Heather on the ground, "Heather...?" she said, trying to shake her awake.
Angie stumbled out of the gas station, not quite as drunk as she would have liked. A new found friend followed her out, "What're you doing?" he asked.
She turned around and looked at him, "What's your name again...?" she asked.
He sighed, "Drunk?" he asked.
Angie shook her head, "No, not at all..." she said, trying to keep her balance, "You know where Heather is?" she asked.
He shook his head, "Who now?"
Angie looked back at him, "Your name's...Jack, right?" she asked then gasped, "I have to pick up Heather..." she said, walking towards a random car.
Jack grabbed her shoulders and guided her over to his car, "You're too drunk to drive," he muttered.
She shook her head again, "Not drunk at all..." she muttered, "Where's your friend Heather at?" he asked, opening the door for Angie to get in.
Angie sat down, "School...?" she said.
Jack nodded, closing the door. He went over to the driver's side and started the car.
Angie woke up, completely sober now, "What happened...?" she asked, looking over at Jack.
"Well, you got high then fell asleep," he said, turning to her and shrugging a little, "Oh, and your friend Heather wasn't at the school," he said.
He turned his eyes back towards the road, "Oh shit..." he muttered.
They ran into another car. Angie, wide-eyed, got out of the car and ran over to the other car. The car had hit a lamp post before they hit it. Jack got out as well, looking at his car, "I'm a dead man..." he muttered.
Mike laid there, head on the steering wheel. He lifted his head and looked over at Heather. Surprisingly, she looked fine, but still unconscious.
He got out of the car and walked over to the people who hit the car, "Hey, I'm really sorry..." he said.
The girl just shook her head, "Don't worry about..." she said.
The boy looked at her, "Don't worry about? It's not even your car!" he said.
The girl just ignored him, "Was there anyone else in the car with you?" she asked.
Mike nodded, "This girl named Heather," he said.
The girl looked at him, "You know... You look really familiar..." she said.
Mike sighed, "That's what Heather said..." he said.
The girl continued to stare at him, "What's your name...?" she asked, glancing at the car. "Mike," he said.
"Shit..." she said and turned to the boy, "Jack, we have to get Heather out of there!" she said, trying to push the boy's car away.
"You can't seriously think that it's your friend, can you?" he asked.
She shot him a look, "Push!" she yelled at him.
With that, he helped push the car away. The girl opened the door on the passenger's side and pulled Heather.
Mike watched as she did this, "And your name is?" he asked.
"Angie, that's Jack..." she muttered.
Angie laid Heather on the ground, "Heather...?" she said, trying to shake her awake.
