Heâs loving it. I was expecting to find him cut up but right now heâs with his old boarding helmet on, thrashing the half-pipe, like he doesnât have a care in the world. He makes it look so easy, I feel I could do it. Almost.
âYou said heâs in trouble,â Kaylah says.
âHeâs been skipping class. Theyâre worked up about it at the Academy.â
âThatâs it?â she says.
âTheyâll kick him out. I love Tara to bits but sheâs not worth that.â
Kaylah looks at me as if Iâm a complete idiot. âYou think this is all about a girl?â
âIt was a pretty intense break-up.â
She starts laughing. âYou so donât get it.â
âGet what?â I ask.
âAaronâs disappeared. Gone north. And itâs the court case next week. Without Aaron there to say he planned the robbery and brought the knife â¦â
âBut it wasnât Christian who set it up. With a good report from the Academy they wonât send him to prison.â
âTry telling him that.â Kaylah folds her arms.
When Christian sees me he comes over. âAm I going to get a lecture?â he asks with a big grin.
Iâve never seen him so upbeat.
âWhat? No â¦â Iâm lying. The lecture will come later. I donât want to spoil his mood. âBut you could have said what was going on.â
âYou want a go?â he offers the board to me, ignoring the fact that Kaylahâs obviously told me everything.
âThink Iâll pass.â
âYour loss,â and heâs off again.
He finally breaks off for some food and the three of us go for burgers, which Christian swears are the best in Sydney. Heâs bought six, as if heâll never get to have one again.
âNext weekend Iâll be eating gruel and wearing prison overalls,â he says.
Kaylah gets annoyed. âWill you stop it?â
âYeah,â I agree with her. âThey donât send you to prison for shoplifting.â
âWe had a knife, itâs a whole different ball game.â
âMy auntâs a barrister. I can talk to her, get some advice.â
âIâm sick of advice.â Christianâs not listening to anyone. âIâve done everything they asked me and for what? Iâve got one week left of freedom and Iâm going to enjoy myself.â
âYouâre an idiot.â Kaylah walks off. She canât believe heâs throwing everything heâs got away because Aaron let him down.
I canât leave Christian like this. Somehow, someone has to talk sense into him. It will have to be me.
Christian is sprinting through his âTen things to do before I go to juvieâ list and dragging me along for the ride.
He brings me to the top of some rocks high above the sea. It has to be at least ten metres down, but every time I look it seems further. He canât be serious.
âAaron and I used to do it all the time. Trust me, it looks worse than it is.â
âWhy are we doing this again?â
âCos life is short, Sammy.â
Without a second thought he jumps off. Itâs the lifeâs short bit that worries me. Life could be about three seconds short if we hit the rocks. Christian hits the water fine. If this is what it takes, then I guess Iâll have to do it. I take my T-shirt off and jump.
My heart stops but then I hit the water, alive. More than just alive. It was brilliant. I want to climb out and do it again, but swimming at the rocks really would be stupid.
Instead we swim round to the beach, run out and throw ourselves on the sand.
âThat was awesome!â
âI told you,â he grins.
âYou were right,â I say.
He looks so happy, with water dripping off his face.
âBut youâre wrong about the court hearing. Youâre running away.â
âWhat else am I supposed to do?â
âGee, I donât
Sam Crescent, Natalie Dae