But at least the van was dead. Russ moved close to her, putting a protective arm around her shoulders, holding her, squeezing her tightly as they watched the van burn.

As they lay on the ground, their heads were close together.

Which made it easy for Teddy to smack them both in the skull with one clean blow.

Teddy didn't know it, but it was the third time that night that Summer had been carried in a boy's arms.

Before tonight, Teddy had barely been able to lug the equipment bag out to the field for football practice. The team would always jog past him as he struggled and sweated. "BUZZ-EE, BUZZ-EE!" they would chant.

Now that he had put on the mask, Teddy was carrying Summer effortlessly. If only the team could see him now.

   Friday the 13th: Road Trip, chapter 24