The Worst Thing She Could Do
Rizzo is driving and gets the gang into a huge car wreck. Will friendships, or even lives be cut short?
"Hey Jan, pass me a ciggie," Rizzo called behind her. Jan reached down where the cigarettes were lying on the floor and tossed the box up to Rizzo.
"How's it feel to be driving Rizzo?" Jan asked.
"It feels great!" Rizzo said.
"Keep your eyes on the road!" Kenickie scolded. "I don't want ya wreckin' my car,"
"Sure, you're worried about the car," Rizzo snorted. Kenickie laughed.
"You're doin' great Rizz," Kenickie said.
"Good," Rizzo smirked at him.
"Is this really your first time driving Rizzo?" Sandy asked.
"More like my second," she admitted, her cigarette hanging out of her mouth.
"Wow!" Frenchy said. "You're a pro already!"
"French move over!" Marty whined. "I can't breathe!"
The ten of them were all squeezed into Greased Lighting. They were on their way home from the beach, where they had spent their entire day. Each girl was sitting on their boy's lap, except for Rizzo who was driving. Kenickie was sitting next to her in the front seat.
"I ain't got too far to move ya know!" Frenchy retorted.
"Danny stop!" Sandy giggled wildly as her face flushed pink. "Everyone's watching!"
"C'mon Sandy," Danny teased, kissing her cheeks over and over.
"Ah, puke, puke," Rizzo groaned. "You two are makin' me sick,"
"Hey look who's talking'!" Sonny said. "You and Kenick are always at it!"
"Watch it, buster, or I'll bust you!" Rizzo turned back to look at Sonny.
"Rizz, the road!" Kenickie screamed. Rizzo quickly turned the wheel, making each of their stomachs churn. "God, Rizz, you're gonna kill us!"
"Nah, we're fine!" Rizzo shrugged.
"Gee, that was real scary," Jan said, cuddling in closer to Roger.
"Be more careful would ya?" Marty yelled at Rizzo.
"Please, I know what I'm doing," Rizzo said confidently.
"It sure don't look like it," Kenickie muttered under his breath.
"I heard that, ya jerk," Rizzo said, but rather calmly.
"I sure hope we get home soon," Frenchy said, looking nervously out the window. "It's starting to rain awfully hard,"
"We'll be fine," Rizzo assured her. "I got this,"
Frenchy was right. The rain was really coming down hard now. The windshield wipers could hardly keep up with the rain. Geez I could hardly see…Rizzo began grinding her teeth and clutching the wheel tighter than ever.
"Ya ok Rizz?" Kenickie asked.
"Yeah I'm fine,"
"Ya wann pull over, and I can drive the rest of the way?"
"No, I can do this," Rizzo insisted.
Suddenly, they were coming up to a merging lane, and there was a truck in front of them trying to merge that Rizzo could hardly see.
"Oh shit!" Rizzo screamed and slammed on the breaks. The wet street prevented them from stopping as fast as they normally would have, and they just kept going. Everything seemed to slow down. They were sliding towards the truck and Rizzo threw her hands up in horror. In those split seconds, Kenickie threw a terrified glance at her and she looked into his eyes, in attempt to apologize for the horrible thing that was about to happen. Roger threw himself on top of Jan, and Frenchy started screaming. Doody froze right where he was, not protecting Frenchy at all. Sandy turned into Danny and clung to him with all her strength and Danny squeezed her tighter than he though possible.
In those horrible moments, Rizzo was something she swore she'd never be. She was weak. She was vulnerable. She was scared. Terrified.
The car collided with the truck with a deafening crash.