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    We turn away from each other and I don’t know if it’s because she saw me noticing or simply because our conversation is over. So I say good night to Chuck and drive home. Thank God I’m good with directions because I don’t pay attention to a single sign or light.

CHAPTER 5
    “T he Gorge” is an old quarry that is now filled with water. Ragged rocks line the sides of steep slopes that turn into pools of black, cold water. Some kid supposedly dove into the largest with his scuba gear and said it was over one hundred feet deep.
    “You have to jump from right here,” Ricky says. “Move left or right and we’re filming a suicide.” I chew on my lip. John holds his breath. None of us, including Ricky, has ever jumped off the bridge.
    There’s a silence that follows, which is broken by a passing truck. The driver looks over and stares, probably wondering what we’re up to, but he keeps on driving. It’s too early on a Saturday for him, I’m sure. Ricky picked us up around 5:30, and the sun’s now coming up. He wanted time to set up his new camera and make sure the angle was correct and that we could all work it.
    “Where’d you get that,” I ask, although I have an idea.
    “Our business partner. He wants to make sure we have the most high-def video possible.”
    Of course he does. And the camera now rests on the tripod in the early sunlight, like some happy rooster calling us to the show.
    Our partner has also added another touch—uniforms. Ricky gave us full black outfits, shoes, pants, and long-sleeve tees. Apparently he didn’t like all the blurring either.
    But what the fuck? This is . . . holy shit, too much. There’s more to worry about here than anywhere else in my life. This here and now is ridiculous.
    I look over the railing, at the water rolling below, the tight fit of the rock sides, and I can’t help it, I think, This will be amazing. What is wrong with me?
    Maybe it’s the fact that I’m not moving for at least another month. “They still don’t know,” is all Dad said. My parents then got drunk celebrating. Possibly I want to see the reaction at school? It was tepid after the surfing because no one knew, but they know now, and will be watching. Or maybe it’s because I’ll win the bet with Alexia? That’s as petty as Ricky can be. Or is it? Shit, I don’t know, and I highly doubt I will until after this is over. Maybe not even then?
    I walk over to my bag and pull out the black linen napkins that I bought at this store in the mall. I think I was the only person in there under eighty-five. The idea just came to me and I moved on it. Because I guess that’s how I roll. Shit, I’m losing it.
    “Guys, I’d like to add one last touch to this dare.”
    Ricky and John come away from the railing. I walk to them and place a napkin in their hands.
    “We’re going to do this blindfolded.”
    “The fuck you just say?” Ricky asks.
    John shakes his head.
    “Think about it. It’s one thing to do this jump. It takes balls. But there are guys in our school who have done this. They’ll dis this dare, saying how it’s not that dangerous.” I swallow, surprised at how dry my throat has gone. “But there’s no one I’ve heard of who has ever had the stones to do this without being able to see.”
    Another silence. Then Ricky. “Hot damn, motherfucker! This is what’s going to make us famous. I love you, Ben!” He gives me a hug.
    John stares blankly for a second, then asks, “Under or over the masks?”
    “Over. We need to get them off so we can see after the jump, right?”
    Ricky cracks out his phone and starts texting.
    “Who?” I ask, and point at his phone.
    Ricky ignores me, but a moment later yells, “That’s what I thought!” He holds up his phone. “Our partner loves the idea. Nice job, Ben.”
    “Doesn’t he have a name?” John asks.
    That’s a damn good question, and I’m glad John asked, because now I can focus on something else, instead of how scary