All you need to know is that as soon as I posted chapter 16, I started writing this one...So let's dive into chapter 17, guys.

The morning is very normal. The halls fill with students. The bells ring and stragglers fight to get to their classes on time. There's mindless chatter and laughter. There's kids preforming promposals at every turn or wishing their friends a happy birthday. There's tattoo's healing, and new piercings to be shown.

Almost lunch time. 11:13 AM.

Carl approaches Amanda at her locker, leaning against the one beside hers, "Have I ever told you how cute you look in that cheer uniform?" He folds his arms with a grin.

"You're not copying my English homework, I already turned it in." She's currently applying lip gloss and checking her hair in the mirror hanging from her locker door.

"No, no, um. Actually, uh." It's a number of reasons as he's scratching the back of his head and adjusting his hat. He wants to minimize any awkwardness for Riley. Because obviously the fiersome foursome will be in the same prom group, limo ride, after prom and everything in between. But also, he doesn't have a date either. And their romance may be long gone, but Amanda still means something to him. She always will, "...I was thinking. I don't have a date for prom and I know you don't have a date for prom. And we're best friends, so. Why don't we go together?"

She sighs, closing her locker, proceeding to walk away without a word.

"Yo, what the hell. I just asked you a question that's a pretty big deal."

"...I have class." There's a sad tone in her voice.

"It's your free period! S'why I'm asking you now!"

"And I'm studying with Mr. Verdi for the media quiz tomorrow!"

"You didn't even give me an answer." He's quick to catch up with her, "What's your problem? You can't seriously be mad that Riley is going with her girlfriend instead of going with you, emphasis on girlfriend, by the way. What did you expect?"

"Maybe I don't want to have a date! Maybe I'm tired of romance!"

"...Then thank god we'd be going as friends, huh?"

Okay, so maybe she'll laugh a little bit, "...I don't know Carl."

"Look, you ain't gonna' get a better offer than this guy." And both of his confident thumbs are pointed at himself.

She'll bite.

And as she continues to walk, he'll follow right after her, "You'll wear a kick ass pink dress, with that sweet smelling lip gloss. I'll match you with a pink vest and a pink tie- I'll even wear the snapback hat you got made for me that says DOPE across the front. I know how much you love that hat. Might not be dating anymore, but I love you, girl. And I know damn well you love me too."

Amanda absolutely knows damn well she loves him; it's platonic for the two of them, but it's definitely love, "...I guess it would be nice for all of us to be together like we were in middle school."

"Exactly! Like we were in middle school! I'll get you a corsage and pick you up for the pre prom at Jordan's and we can take solo pictures, snapchats included."

Now there's a genuine smile on the cheerleader's face.

"Come on, don't break my heart. April showers are for rain, not tears, baby!" And that one is shouted loud enough to turn heads.

She'll laugh, shoving him playfully, "You're so embarrassing! Okay, okay, I'll go with you to prom, Carl. But do me a favor: do not wear sneakers with your suit."

"Okay, deal. So I'm gonna head outside with the gang, I'll catch you later then!"

"For sure."

12:26 PM.

"You gotta' quit smoking, Carissa." Jordan is one to talk with how often he's lighting up joints.

"I know, I know. Honestly I'm planning to after the summer. If I'm gonna be thrown into adulthood, I might as well try to get a head start on forcing myself to make some good choices." But for now, she'll continue to inhale the toxicity with little shame, nursing the cigarette between her fingers. The pair of teens are simply standing across the street from the high school so Carissa can enjoy her afternoon nicotine fix off campus to avoid getting in trouble.

"So I heard that your band is opening for The Juxtapositions next month. You must be freaking out, they've got a huge following in the alt. music community."

"Dude, I'm losing my shit." Ash is flicked before she'll take another inhale, exhale slowly, "We skyped them like four days ago and Colin told me that he thinks I'm so kick ass and he wants to have a drum battle at the show. It was like hearing Jesus Christ tell me I was a good drummer. I don't know how I didn't embarrass myself in front of them."

Jordan laughs, scrolling through his phone, "Hey. You think if I asked Carl out he'd say yes?"

"You wanna' date him?"

"Just a summer fling."

"You like em' a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do honestly. We've both said we like each other a lot, but we don't want to be anything serious either. But I still wouldn't mind doing the closed, but casual thing for a bit."

"Honestly, if you told him you wanted a summer fling with him he'd probably do it. I mean for you guys that means having sex in your dank ass room while laughing at memes."

"Memes can be romantic."

The cigarette is tossed to the ground and crushed under her boot, "Yeah, sure, buddy. Come on let's get back, I'm starving."

"Yeah, good call. Oh, did you get your suit for prom?"

"Not yet, but I went to the place on Saturday, They have a plaid gold and black bow tie and a black vest with gold buttons and a subtle specs of gold within the fabric, so I know I'm gonna' get those two for sure, Riley said her dress is black with gold. As for the rest, it's a work in progress"

"Pretty cool. So, you wanna' maybe hang after school?"

"If you're willing to wait until four. I got detention because I kinda' decided against going to Math on Friday."

"Yeah, no problem, I'll pick you up since you walked today."

"Did we buy the tickets yet?" Sadness inquires. As the main screen is focused on Riley's mother. Riley having gone home for lunch, is currently showing off her prom dress to her. The two are gushing about makeup and accessories for the big night.

"Yeah, they started selling them today, Riley gave Carissa the money earlier and she picked them up." Fear made sure to get it down to the last detail, "I even double checked because I didn't want to accidentally forget to get them, so trust me, we're good to go."

"I'm so excited! I can't wait! Now when is prom again?" Joy's eyes light up with excitement as she turns to Fear, "We still have some time right?" But by this point, she's already on her way back to school via car, it'd been a brief trip home.

"Yeah- about a month and a half, it's the first Friday in June, then Graduation is the following Saturday night.

"Oh- I hate to cut you off, but there's Carl! Let's find out if Amanda said yes or not about prom!"

1:42 PM.

She'll lightly shove him against his locker with a grin, "Hey, stud, what'd she say?"

"Uh, I am a god, obviously she said yes."

There's a brief pause before she continues, "...Took a little baiting, huh?"

"...Yeah. She almost wanted to ride solo. I told her the four of us should have one last hurrah like it used to be, then she said yes."

"Well, good, good. So, we should probably make a facebook group so everyone kind of gets a say in the choice of limo and after prom."

And he gives a mutual nod, "Yeah- that's probably a good idea. If you want I can make it when I get home, but I'm staying after to take a make up quiz."

"No worries, actually, are you gonna' need a ride? I'm actually staying after school too. I want to finish up my media project because I've got the last hockey game of the season on Thursday."

"Nah, I got my car, but come over after, we can start booking prom shit."

"Yeah, meet at you place at 4:30!" She's already backing up, prepared to make it to class just under the bell.

2:05 PM

Carl Segreti changed the name of the group chat to PROM, CLASS OF DANK

Jordan: I'll bring my best memes to the prom for you guys

Anthony: I'm calling your motherfucking bluff

Jordan: I will snort my memes because they are my drug

Carissa: This is exactly why you don't have a date for prom

Carl: I'm so horny for you rn

Jordan: My memes get me ass Carissa

Carissa: Carl would come to you for half of a bowl of cereal this isn't something to goat about

Carissa: gloat*

Carl: GOAT

Riley: GOAT

Riley: WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR GOAT CARISSA

Jordan: You can make fun of what me and Carl have all you want you're not gonna get my GOAT

Carissa: I fucking hate all of you

Amanda: Stretch limo or hummer?

Casey: Whatever is totally the most aesthetic pls

Riley: I saw a limo that has two moon roofs and the inside looks like a galaxy!

Jordan: Yooooo in all seriousness that sounds kick ass

Taylor: I'm down!

Amanda: Me too that sounds super cool!

Carissa: Can we please blast Die Antwoord and stick our heads out the moon roof?

Carl: Uh absolutely?

Riley: No Nickelback tho

Jordan: I'm triggered.

Carissa: #triggeredbylackofmemes

Jordan: #lookatthisphotograph

Riley: #everytimeidoitmakesmelaugh

Carl: #nevermadeitasawiseman

Carissa: #nevermadeitasapoormanstealing

Anthony: #thisishowyouremindme

Mike: Ya'll need jesus

Riley: I seriously love all of you so much

Anthony: Like honestly I'm gonna miss this shit when we all go off to college and stuff

Mike: Who says it has to stop tho? We can always do this!

Amanda: Me too :( you guys are like the best friends I've ever had

Carl: Do not make me cry in math guys

Riley: You already are I'm sitting next to you and you don't know what the fuck is going on

Carissa: My baby just burned your ass

3:37 PM.

Carl is gathering the rest of his things from his locker when, once again, Riley is by his side, "Hey, I'll just follow you home? I finished up earlier than I thought I would."

"Oh, yeah, sounds good to me, let me just pack my shit up."

"How'd the quiz go?" By this point she's scrolling through her phone, answering text messages.

"I was surprisingly confident, so I think I passed it no problem." Suddenly he feels a presence to his left. And as he turns, to his surprise, it's, "...Jensen? What's up, girl?"

That certainly averts Riley's eyes away from her phone.

'What the hell? Why is she here?'

'Maybe she's going to apologize?'

'Doubt it.'

"We were friends first, you know."

He laughs a little bit, "I'm sorry?"

"We were best friends first. Before you and Riley."

It's enough for Riley to look to both sides with confusion. Because one: I'm literally standing right here? And two: what the hell are you even talking about?

It certainly catches him off guard as well. He reaches up, placing a book in the top shelf of his locker, "No offense, but I don't think we were ever best friends, but you're right, we've been friends longer since she didn't come here until sixth grade grade, but, uh...we could still be friends if you just stopped with the whole-"

"No we can't."

"Jensen."

"We can't!"

There's something...eerily off about Jensen, who's been clutching her purse this entire time.

"We can't be friends as long as she's in your life."

"Wha-" He looks behind him, pointing his thumb at Riley, " ...who, Riley?"

"Yes. Yes, Riley, don't act stupid!" The hand shakes, as does her breath, "You all- all of you praise her. You call her your best friend and you guys treat her like a queen...and she took the love of my life away from me. She took her away from me. A-And you and your stupid friends enable it."

This time, Riley is going to attempt to control the situation, "Jensen, we're all graduating soon. None of us want tension, or bad blood. If you want, we can get the group- the whole group together and talk it out. Because, I don't know, we could honestly probably all use it. Lord knows I have stuff to get off my chest and I'm sure you do too."

"I don't feel bad." That's all she says.

'Oh she better fucking NOT be talking about the livestream.'

Riley's head will tilt ever so slightly, the expression from soft to stern, "...Don't feel bad about what?"

"Filming what Austin did to you." She'll step right past Carl, getting right in Riley's face. The tone is bitter, "You deserved it. What he did, and you deserved for the world to see you humiliated like that."

'I'LL KILL HER!'

Carl doesn't want the situation to become any worse. He immediately reaches for Riley's hand, "Okay, you know what, Jensen? No. No! This is one fuck up too many and honestly I don't have any desire to be your friend ever again. I was going to attempt to give us all closure, but this is finished. So knock it off." He's already walking down the hall with Riley, "Forget her, Riles, let's get out of here."

Jensen watches, the tension only overflowing now, "You better not leave-h!" deliberately her hand retrieves it from her purse. A jittery hand holding a gun, "...O-Or I swear I'll do it."

Both figures turn back around and in a millisecond, the fear is obvious on their faces. Riley is frozen in her spot, "J-Jensen, what are you doing?"

And Carl, he's gradually daring to step a little closer, "Okay, lets- lets just talk, okay? You're gonna' get yourself in trouble."

"I'm done talking."

"Pu-Put the gun down." Carl is absolutely terrified, "Let's not get crazy, here, we can talk it out. Just put that away, okay? Or you can give it to me." He attempts a smile, though it looks more like he's in a daze than anything else, "Y-You can give it to me, then the three of us can talk."

"You enabled this. You enabled the ass patting, you enabled the relationship. This is ending now." The gun is pointed right at him.

In that moment, the only thing Riley's panic stricken mind can think to do is, "DON'T!"

Those eyes gaze at her enemy, "Don't worry, Riley, I'm going to do it to you too! In fact...I'm most excited to watch you in agony." The lips curl into a grin that turns the warmest blood to ice, "...So actually, maybe I'll shoot you first."

Riley continues to do everything she can to keep the situation in control. And as Carl looks back at her, she gives a nod. She wants to keep trying, "S-So you want to go after others too, then?" Her hands are trembling at her sides.

Jensen looks to have no fear of any kind, "Yeah...call it my shit list, actually. Probably cliche as hell, but it works for me,"

"Who...wh-who's on it? Besides me and Carl?"

"Hm...well, let's see!" The gun is dropped to her side, though still in hand.

It eases the tension very little, but Riley is cautiously stepping closer to her.

"There's...Jordan. You know, because he liked you too. God, he's got awful taste. Then there's your little bestie Amanda." Jensen's eyes begin to roll with a groan, "I can't stand that girl sometimes. Always so bubbly, you know, there's a rumor her tits are fake." And now? She's laughing, "Oh, that's right! You fucked her, right? So were her tits fake? Did you fuck around with them? Did they even fit in your hands? Those gotta' be double D's at least. Was she good? Did you get off?"

Riley's face goes stone cold. If Jensen thinks bringing up an embarrassing moment of her past will break her, she's dead wrong.

But Carl won't stand for this, "Stop talking about Amanda like she's some skank, that's my best friend you're shitting on!"

Riley puts her hand on his shoulder, "Just relax, we're talking, okay?"

"You'd be wise to listen to your slutty friend over there." But now the eyes are calculated, they lock with Riley's "...Oh! Let me finish telling you about my list. There is one more more person...Carissa."

Carissa.

Carissa.

Carissa.

That changes Riley's course entirely. There's no being cordial any longer, "You touch her and I'll kill you."

"You won't be able to!" And she'll make a pouty face, "You'll be dead, sweetheart." Another little chuckle, "It's almost a shame. You're pretty cute too. I'd probably screw you. But you're not cuter than me. I mean, what does she even see in you? your arms are too long. Your fingers are skinny. Your face is, ahaha, well let's just say...you definitely need the makeup." The gun is raised once again, this time, she'll aim it at Riley, "And those scars on your arm? I mean, could you get any more pathetic?" Jensen scoffs, "Cutting your own flesh? Now that's just sad, Riley. If you wanted to die, you should have just told me." The arm is raised, point blank, "Because I'm going to kill you now."

Riley remains completely frozen again.

"Because you took Carissa away from me...because you got back together with her. Because your friends enable your relationship- because this whole fucking school is rooting for you two! It should be me and Carissa!" The eyes turn glossy, Jensen's composure is slipping further, "BECAUSE YOU'RE A STUPID, ATTENTION SEEKING, SUICIDAL SLUT!"

"J-Jensen-h-" Emotions are running wild, she is knocking on deaths door and she knows it.

"And now?" The finger rests gently on the trigger, "It's time to stand still so I can shoot you."

"Jensen- Jensen-h- please put the gun down."

"Oh, and I'm not just going to shoot you, Riley...I'm going to kill you."

"Please, please put the gun down! Please don't do this, this isn't a joke. You need to put that down!"

"Stop begging, it's pathetic! I need to get this out of the way because I have four more people to get to!"

Carl places his hands in front of his chest, "You don't have to do this! Just talk to us, we can figure this out together! We can still fix all of this and put it behind us!"

"SHUT UP! BOTH OF YOU!" The hand is shaking, it'll be any second now. But her arm lowers just a little, is it working? Are they getting through to her?

That brings Riley to a stand still once more, "Y-You don't have to do this...You don't."

Jensen will answer that, "Yes I do." There's no more time for her to waste, the arm is raised again. Directly at Riley.

Carl refuses to accept this, "FUCK THIS!"

The trigger is pulled.

Riley let's out a distressed, nearly ear-shattering scream, her body abruptly shoved into the lockers to her left. And to her horror, she'll look to her feet. Carl is on his back. The fabric of the sleeve of his shirt drenched in his blood. She drops to her knees, letting out another cry, "CARL!" She'll prop him up, "Carl-h- Carl, holy shit!"

"M'shoulder-h-h-" His eyes blink erratically, and he coughs, "Get out of here-h. Forget me-h, please just go-h-"

"I-I'm not gonna' leave you here! I'm not leaving! I'll call 911-"

"Get up, Riley, or I'll kill him right in front of you."

But this awakens something in Riley. Her hands are fisted as she stands, and the tears continue to fall. No one else will die today. Only one person will die, "Shoot me."

It brings a smirk to Jensen's face.

"Do it right now-h! Shoot me-h! I will let you shoot me, but you can't touch Amanda or Jordan- you can't touch Carissa. Don't hurt anybody else. You said it yourself-h- I'm the cause of all of this-h. So shoot me and leave them alone!"

"Get on your knees."

"Jensen, I'm serious, you can shoot me, but please don't hurt-"

"GET ON YOUR KNEES RIGHT NOW, RILEY!"

She'll obey. Nervously lowering herself onto her knees, just as instructed. And the silent tears will stain her cheeks. But she'll turn, daring to lock eyes with Carl, "Y-You're gonna be okay-h- we're gonna' get help, stay with me okay?"

"Stop talking to him! I want you looking at me when I do it!"

Riley will eye her, again just as instructed. She's in a full on panic. Her body shakes, her heart skips. Breathing becomes...difficult. Oh god. Not now. oh god, please not now!

A single brow raises, Jensen slips the gun into her jeans and she...cracks up, "Oh my god! Are you having a fucking panic attack right now?!"

She can't even speak. Everything feels tight, she can only sob, she can't breathe.

"...You know, I read somewhere." She's nonchalantly walking towards Riley's kneeling body, "That the worst thing you can do to somebody in a panic attack is hold them, or put them in a position where they feel closed up or...like they can't move."

Riley can't even back away. Right now, she's powerless.

One abrupt push of Jensen's hand and Riley is on her back. The girl will straddle her with that wicked grin. Lean her elbows right on her chest. Dead weighting herself atop Riley.

It's worse. The panic attack is getting worse, "H-H-H-! Hnn-h-Juh- Juh- Juh-!" Speaking is utterly impossible. Not even fragmented sentences. She feels heavy, trapped...suffocated.

And Jensen is laughing- nearly brought to tears she is laughing so hard, keeping her gaze on Riley, "You know, I don't even think I have to shoot you! I think...this might actually kill you. I mean, look at you. You can't even talk! You look like you're gonna' pass out. And me?" She'll purposely take a nice, deep breath, "I feel great! I can talk...I can breathe."

"This ends now." She'll pull the gun from her jeans, holding it to Riley's head, "I hope your hell is all of the feelings I've felt watching you with Carissa. I hope your hell is seeing me in your place with Carissa. I hope your hell is Carl slowly dying over and over, because I'm going to shoot him between the eyes when I'm finished with you. I hope your hell destroys you forever. Like you've destroyed me."

No one mourns the wicked. Extremely silently there is a figure creeping behind Jensen. The figure clad in her jean vest covered in patches and studs, cat like precision. The action is extremely abrupt. Carissa's arm roughly wraps around Jensen's neck harshly. The gun fires once. And there's nothing but screaming before it's smacked right out of her hand and across the hallway floor. Jensen is shrieking in a crazed state, "NO, NO, NO, NO!" But Carissa get's her down onto the floor, right onto her stomach and twisting both of her arms, dead weighting herself atop the other. I'll play your game, only I'll play it worse. The horrified punk looks up, relieved to know the fired bullet missed Riley entirely.

Jensen continues to sob, "NO, NO, NO, NO!" Over and over. Her game is over and she knows it now.

"Oh it's over." Carissa says with nothing but bitterness and distaste in her voice, "It's fucking over for you." The siren's are blaring. The doors bursting open. The men are armed surrounding the scene. But Carissa dares to turn Jensen onto her back.

"Just once, Carissa-h-h. Please just once-h-!" Says a hysterical Jensen, "Just one moment together-h?"

Carissa, shockingly enough, is smiling big and bright, "Do you know, Jensen...do you know how long I've waited for this very moment?"

It silences Jensen, who's nearly holding her breath, gaze softening with the faintest bit of hope.

Carissa's face so quickly contorts. It's angry, it's disgusted. The nose is crinkled, the eyes are cruel, and the teeth are gritted as the arm is raised. And that unforgiving, seething fist, it punches Jensen directly in her face. The force is tough enough to knock her out instantaneously. And as the cops approach, she remains unmoved. The nose is likely broken, and she feels no remorse of any kind for the long awaited act of violence. She would welcome being cuffed if it came down to it. But it won't. Not in a situation like this. Only moments later it looks as though Jensen is stirring once again. That bruised face has the audacity to look at Carissa. And so one final time, she leans right down. Lips to her ear, "Burn in hell, Jensen. You're nothing to me."

Riley carefully deep breaths and watching as her best guy friend is loaded onto the stretcher. She is hysterical, it's yet another full on panic attack as she fans her hands in front of her as a means of attempting to relax. The emotions can't be controlled. But she'll face Carissa just as she's on her two feet comfortably. Riley can't move, but she won't need to. Carissa is sprinting to her side, where she'll wrap her arms tightly around her, allowing her girlfriend to cry- because the only thing that matters is that she is safe. The only thing that matters is that she could hear the paramedics utter: yeah, it's a shoulder wound, he's gonna' be just fine so long as we get him to the hospital. Let's get him to the ambulance and give his parents a call. She presses a single hand to the back of Riley's head, kissing her hair over and over. Is she crying too now? Absolutely, "It's okay-h- It's okay, baby. I don't know what I would have done if she hurt you. I don't know-h- I'd be cuffed right now." Because I would've killed her.

"Sh-She pointed the gun-h right at me-h-h-"

"...She'll burn in hell for that-h."

"A-And she shot him-h- She shot him-h-!"

"A-and she'll burn in hell for that-h-h-!" They refuse to let go of one another, "She'll burn in hell for that!" Repeated over and over, "...She'll burn in hell for that...she'll burn in hell-h."

Poor Jordan only just arrives at the school prepared to meet with Carissa. When he finally looks up from his phone, the chaos will ensue. The cop cars surrounding the entrance of the high school as well as the ambulance. The scene stops his heart. But what's even worse is who he see's being escorted out of the building on a stretcher. His phone slips right out of his hand and to the ground. Immediately he's off and running. But just before he can reach the ambulence. Two cops come to stand in front of him, pushing him back, this is officially a crime scene. He's trespassing. But it won't stop him from fighting, "Carl-! CARL-! THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!" The words slip out like vomit, and the eyes shatter with heartbroken tears, "THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND! THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND- I HAVE TO SEE HIM!"

"Kid, you're gonna' have to relax, he's been shot- he's been shot-"

"WHAT HAPPENED, WHAT'S GOING ON- THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!"

"He's been shot, he'll be okay, it's not fatal! But you need to calm down, son!"

It will be impossible when he see's Jensen, nose bloodied and shirt stained being escorted out in cuffs, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Somehow he manages to push his way in front of the two cops. The siren's blaring as the ambulance begins to take off. He get's right in her face, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HIM YOU CRAZY BITCH?!" But once again the cops will tug him away, "FUCK YOU, JENSEN! FUCK YOU!" The middle finger is out and proud, pointed in her direction.

And after everything, somehow she finds the will to continue to fight back, "WHAT DID YOU EVEN SEE IN RILEY?!"

"FUCK YOU, JENSEN!" Her words are ignored, he's too livid to care about anything she says.

"YOU WERE IN A BAND THAT FLOPPED, THEN SHE FINDS A GIRL IN A SUCCESSFUL BAND AND DATES HER IT WAS LIKE A PUNCH IN THE FACE TO YOU AND YOU STILL WANTED TO BE HER FRIEND."

"FUCK YOU, JENSEN!"

"NO, FUCK YOU, JORDAN!"

"FUCK YOU!" He watches the disgruntled assailant being shoved into the back of the police car, "FUCK YOU!" And when he's finally released from the strength of two men, he'll run right up to the back window, smack his hands against it, "FUCK YOU!" And just one more time, "FUCK YOU!" Before the car takes off too. Deep breaths are taken and he paces back and forth. Until...

Carissa And Riley, they exit, escorted by two more cops. Both girls are hysterical.

But when Jordan's eyes meet Riley's, the two teens, almost in unison, run into each others arms. Riley spills the tea immediately, "Sh-She tried to kill me and Carl took the bullet-h-h!"

"What do you mean took the bullet-h-h?!"

Carissa, though crying, is slightly calmer. She'll answer his question, "He jumped in front of it to save her-h-! They said he'd be fine but- we have to go- we have to go to the hospital."

Jordan doesn't hesitate, "We'll take my car-h let's go!"

With her phone pressed to her ear, the minute the girl picks up, Riley is hysterical again, "A-Amanda please be sitting down-h-h..." A single hand closed over her mouth as she sobs. A deep breath is taken, "Carl's been shot-h-h!"