He nudged Samantha. "You're his childhood friend, aren't you? You can back me up, right?"
Samantha's body went rigid. Under his insistent gaze, she slowly lifted her head. Something flickered in her eyes—a battle—before she finally clenched her jaw and spoke.
"Yes. I can confirm it. Daryl was the one who insisted on ordering alcohol. He's always been jealous of Roger, jealous of everyone in our class who's more talented than him." She paused. "And his father really is a doctor at that hospital."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Were they insane?
And yet people believed it.
The same parents who'd been screaming for Samantha and Roger's heads moments ago now wheeled on me and Dad, demanding answers.
CRASH.
The car window shattered. A U-lock came through and connected with Dad's forehead. Blood poured down his face instantly.
The car lurched to a stop. My body slammed into the windshield, and everything went black for a moment.
Through the ringing in my ears, I heard screaming:
"Beat these animals to death! They put my son in the ICU just to bully their classmates! I want them dead!"
Another parent joined in immediately: