He plays football and whatever, I remember talkin’ to him when I tried out a couple years ago. Pretty cool dude. I was surprised he got up in that Arab kid’s face like that. Maybe it was the alcohol. From where I’m standin’ on the front lawn, I can see the ambulance parked several yards up the street. The medics are rollin’ a bed uphill toward the van. I catch a glimpse of the guy on the bed, and man, he is messed up. Looks like he’s been hit by a bulldozer. I just met him tonight. Not a bad guy. He’s gonna be a senior next year. He says he’s friends with Beckett, that he was gonna find a way to get her to come talk to me. So much for that. She never even showed. Brent was right, I guess. How stupid am I? Wasted three years, pinned it all on the night after we graduated, how the hell did I think I was gonna see her again? The cops are still talkin’ to Anthony, but I’m too far away to hear. Man, I tried to break that up! They squared off and I stopped it, I thought. Shit.
