Worst Date

Fifteen minutes after school hours, Cleave Hills High school's football pitch.

ELVIS: Marcello, is it okay if I borrow your...

MARCELLO: Nope.

ELVIS: You've not even heard what I wanna say.

MARCELLO: When you begin a request with 'is it okay', then it's obviously not okay.

ELVIS: Well, it's about your motorcycle.

MARCELLO: Definitely not okay! (Making a face)

ELVIS: Come on, man!

MARCELLO: What for?

ELVIS: Err, you see... I got a date.

MARCELLO: You'd rather miss practices? For a date? With my bike? Ignoring our match next week? Are you shitting me?!

ELVIS: We practise three times a week, sometimes four. Missing one day would do no harm.

MARCELLO: Tell that to coach Dominic.

ELVIS: And that would be the end of me. (Laughing)

MARCELLO: Good thing you know.

ELVIS: But man, she's amazing! I don't want her to slip away. I want everything to be perfect, that's why I need that motorcycle. You know the feeling of riding at top speed with a cute girl behind you wrapping her arms tightly around you.

MARCELLO: Aren't you a Casanova? You shouldn't be worried about the perfect date, it just happens spontaneously.

ELVIS: I just want it to be hot!

MARCELLO: Wanna know what's hot?

ELVIS: What?

MARCELLO: Hell... after you two crash and die.

ELVIS: Not gonna happen, I promise. Please, Marcello, please.

MARCELLO: Alright! You can have it. But be very careful with it. If I notice any scratches, you'll be in big shit.

ELVIS: Aye Aye, Captain!

MARCELLO: When you're done, you know my place, bring it over.

Eric is standing by the wall of the bleachers at the far end of the pitch, watching his brother. He follows him to the parking lot where Marcello parked his motorcycle and he sees Gwen waiting there already. Soon, Elvis and Gwen get on the motorcycle, zooming off while Eric still stands at a corner of the parking lot, watching in disbelief.

Twenty five minutes later...

ERIC: I still can't believe this, all what Gus said is true. (In his mind, as he arrives at Rotman Valley, seeing them)

Elvis and Gwen are seated together on a long fancy wooden bench, gazing at an empty landscape, talking, laughing and sipping canned sodas. Eric hides behind an old damaged cargo truck, watching them. Their date is going perfectly until Elvis starts acting funny. He suddenly pulls Gwen close to him and kisses her.

GWEN: Whoa... uhm... Elvis... (Gently freeing herself from his grip)

ELVIS: What? You don't like it?

GWEN: That's not what I meant. It was just kinda... unexpected.

ELVIS: Unexpected? (He scoffs) Don't you like me?... don't you? (Pulling her close again)

GWEN: You've been very good to me lately, of course I like you.

ELVIS: You claim to like me and then you resist me, what's the problem? Come here, baby! (Pulling her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her again. This time, sliding his hands from her waist downward)

GWEN: Elvis...

ELVIS: Shh... (Getting rough)

GWEN: Stop! What's come over you, Elvis? You're going too fast. (Freeing herself again, she slaps him). I'm leaving!

ELVIS: You're going nowhere! How dare you hit me? (Dragging her by the arm, ripping her shirt and pinning her to the ground)

GWEN: Let go of me, Elvis! What's gotten into you? Is this why you brought me here? Let go! (She screams, struggling with him)

ELVIS: Shut the fuck up! (Holding her neck, almost choking her, trying to unbutton her jean)

DOOF!!! Eric jumps out of his hiding spot, letting off a direct punch at Elvis, throwing him off Gwen's body and bruising his face.

GWEN: Eric? (Surprised)

ELVIS: Arrghh! (Holding his cheek) What are you doing here, Eric?

Gwen coils away from the spot, trying to fix herself.

ERIC: We've got a score to settle, but we'll do that later... Gwen are you alright? (Turning to her direction, he takes off his long sleeved shirt to cover her body while she sits there crying)

ELVIS: I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing here? You just ruined our date!

ERIC: You gotta be kidding me! You were the one forcing yourself on her a moment ago, all I did was defend her and by that, I ruined your date? Hold on a sec, what date are you talking about? Going behind my back to flirt with my girl, huh? You tell me!

ELVIS: What are you talking about?

ERIC: Don't play dumb with me or I'll punch you again, I mean it! (Clenching his jaw) You know damn well that I like her but you still went ahead to betray me!

GWEN: Eric likes me? (She ponders in her mind, confused) Why didn't her ever mention it?

ELVIS: Wait a minute! You like Gwen? But I asked you at the party and you denied...

ERIC: You didn't directly ask me, you betrayer!

ELVIS: I didn't betray you, man! You're talking nonsense right now!

ERIC: Don't lie to me! What kinda brother are you?! (Hitting him again angrily)

GWEN: Wait, What? You two are brothers? (Her mouth is hung open)

ERIC: Twins. Unfortunately. (Breathing hard, his fists still tightened)

ELVIS: Okay! I've had enough of your crap, alright? Not only do you show up here, interrupting us and accusing me of nonsense, you also dare to hit me? What do you take me for, bro? A weakling like you? I'm an athlete, in case you've forgotten. And if you have, I'm willing to jug... your... memory! (Rushing Eric with a series of punches)

Eric staggers, finding himself on the floor. It feels to him like his hearing had stopped for a few seconds due to the impact of the hits on his face.

GWEN: Elvis! Eric! You two just stop it already! You're making me feel worse.

ERIC: He tried to violate you and you think I'm gonna let it slide? I'll make sure... (He's interrupted by some rusty liquid taste in his mouth, he spits and it comes out red)

ELVIS: She's my girl and whatever I do with her is none of your business! (He swings at Eric again)

Eric holds the punch, twists Elvis's arm, carries him with all the momentum he's got in his body and throws him on the wooden bench. The force of Elvis landing on the bench with his back makes it break into two halves. Elvis groans like someone whose spinal cord has been fucked up. He gets up, holding his back in pain, dashing forward, jumping abruptly and timely crashing down on Eric's shoulder with his elbow. Eric is still trying to hold his hurting shoulder when he's kicked at the back of his knees and swept off his feet. He lands on his back and his nose is immediately filled with the thick dust that was raised due to the impact of his body greeting the earth. Elvis's rage increases as he picks up a stick that looks like it used to hold a signpost, he swings it at his brother but Gwen jumps in instinctively, blocking Eric and taking the impact instead, the stick smacks her on the head. Her vision gets blurry and she feels light headed for a couple of seconds before falling to the ground and blacking out.

This automatically ends the fight between the two boys. They are staring at Gwen who is unconscious on the ground, blood trickling down from the corner of her forehead. Confused on what to do, they rush to Gwen, lifting her and carrying her to where the motorcycle is parked so she can be rushed to the hospital. In that moment, the effect of the pills that Elvis was drugged with begins to wear off and he starts feeling dizzy... after being violent a moment ago.

ELVIS: Oh my... my God... what did I just do? Why's she bleeding? (Staggering a little)

ERIC: This is all your fault! The least you can do right now is to get your sorry ass on that motorcycle and get her to the hospital before the situation gets worse. (Taking off his vest, tearing it and then tying it around her head to reduce the bleeding)

ELVIS: I don't think I'll be able to...

ERIC: What?!

ELVIS: I dunno what's wrong with me but I feel funny... I feel dizzy all of a sudden. If I get on this motorcycle, I might crash or run into a car or something. (Still staggering, trying to regain his stance)

ERIC: What the hell, man? What are we supposed to do? Get an Uber?

ELVIS: I dunno, man.. I... I feel funny...

ERIC: The more time we spend waiting for an Uber, the less time we have to save her!

ELVIS: So What do we do? (Holding his head, his forehead wrinkles as he shuts his eyes for some seconds) Arrrgh! What's this headache?

ERIC: Fine! I'll ride. (He gets on the motorcycle then takes out his phone) Just help me lift her and get her on the back, can you do that?

ELVIS: Ye-yeah, of course.

ERIC: She's unconscious so be careful with her, please. Wrap her arms around me and tie them so she doesn't fall off on the way. (Elvis does as he's told)

ELVIS: Are you...you sure can ride?

ERIC: I'll try. We ain't really got much options here, do we? And I've already looked up three different bike lessons on YouTube. (Flashing his phone screen at Elvis, he turns the key in ignition, starting the engine) I guess that's step one.

ELVIS: Take my jacket at least. (Unzipping his jacket) You've got no... shirt on, you could catch a cold on the way.

ERIC: Keep your god damned jacket. I don't need your care or concern. All I'm worried about is saving Gwen's life.

ELVIS: I'm ju-just trying to help... Argh! (Holding his head again)

ERIC: You can help by putting this on Gwen, she needs it more than I do. (Handing Elvis the motorcycle helmet).

Elvis does that and Eric zooms off immediately, leaving a trail of smoke behind from the exhaust pipe. He watches for a moment, making sure that the motorcycle disappears into the distance before giving in to the post effects of the drug, falling to the ground and losing consciousness.

Gustavo who has been watching and recording the incident from behind a rock the whole time comes out of his hiding spot. He slides his phone into his bag.

GUSTAVO: Perfect video, everything worked as planned. Poor Gwen, it's a pity she had to be dragged into this. But one thing's for sure, when she regains consciousness, I doubt if she'd ever wanna have anything to do with the Mance brothers anymore. Speaking of the Mance brothers... (He walks up to where Elvis is lying unconscious) ...do I help this fool? Nah, he's a big boy, he definitely should be able to handle a little after effects. See you in school, buddy! (He laughs sinisterly, leaving the scene)