You can’t really remember how you became friends with your current friend group. You knew who they were—Simon, Johnny, Kyle, and Price—but being even remotely close to them seemed like a distant dream. All you know is that one day they just began to talk to you as if you had been friends for years, and you were glad to play along.

It was nice, having a tight-knit friend group that seemed to be pulled out of a stereotypical high school movie.

But, on occasion, they’re stupid. Really, really, stupid. Some more than others, but sometimes they all band together and decide drag into something that’s probably dangerous (and illegal)—like going for ride on Johnny’s dad’s trailer.

Johnny had managed to ‘borrow’ his father’s truck and trailer, saying he needed it for some odd excuse he came up with on the spot. Now, you and Simon, Kyle, and Price were all lounging in the back of the trailer as Johnny drove the truck.

Luckily, Johnny had enough common sense to drive in an abandoned neighborhood so none of you would get in major trouble. Unluckily, Johnny hadn’t hitched the trailer correctly—and now the unhitched trailer with the rest of you was heading straight for a ditch filled with rocks.

You screamed, while Kyle and Price jumped out of the trailer, tumbling; leaving you and Simon on the trailer. You were frozen—what could you do? The trailer began to dip into the ditch, and you began to go with it. Before you fell out, a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, tugging you against the hard plane of a chest as the trailer began to slowly come to a stop.

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

Simon’s voice rumbled behind yours as she shifted his weight to match the tilt of the trailer, clutching your shoulders a little tighter than he had meant to. Kyle and Price came running to the side of the trailer as Johnny exited his truck and ran over with his hands on his head.

“Fuck, my dad’s gonna kill me.”