"THIS SHOULD BE GOOD ENOUGH," JJ ANNOUNCED. He stopped the bike at an intersection on the tracks, and Bree climbed off, releasing the tight hold that she had had on his shirt. They had barely spoken a word to one another, and she wondered why the hell Pope had to stick her with him for the plan. Kie could have gone, and she could have stayed back with Topper and Sarah. The Maybank boy tripped over his own motorcycle, and he called back to her, "I'm good!"

She just shook her head before glancing down the tracks. She could hear the slow chug of an engine, and the ground below her feet was beginning to rumble. The train was close, meaning they had to work fast. "Oh God, you can hear it coming."

"Let's fry this sucker," JJ told her excitedly.

She tossed him the jumper cables that she had had wrapped around her back, and he caught them smoothly before turning back to the tracks. "All right. Okay, now, all you have to do is do your trick and change the current. Don't get electrocuted, please."

"Yeah, no promises with that," he answered, but a smug expression appeared on his face at the warning. It was good to know that she still cared about his safety after everything that he had said and that she was willing to voice said concern even thought she was mad at him. He clipped a cable to the tracks and breathed out, "Three, two, one. And red."

"Moment of truth," she sighed, glancing up at the lights. They were still flashing green, which meant that it hadn't worked.

"Come on, man. Come on. Come on," the Maybank boy muttered in confusion, so confused because it was not changing. He started to rant like he always did when he got nervous. "Okay. That's what he would do. That's literally what my... So then it'd change red... Oh my God. Think, think, think. Okay, what if I blockaded the track? That's what I could do. Maybe put a tree?"

Bree furrowed her eyebrows as she looked down at his contraption, realizing that something was off. He had clipped both ends to the same side, so she moved one of them to the opposite side. She explained, "The train touches both sides of the track." They looked back up at the light, but it still had not changed. "Please, we don't have a plan B."

And then the lights switched to red.

"That's what I'm talking about!" JJ exclaimed, spinning around and slamming his hands down on the Calloway girl's outstretched ones. He held onto them as he looked her in the eye. "You're a genius. I was gonna do that."

"Science. No, it's all you," she replied. It was his idea. She just made sure it was followed through. The silence that filled the air after that reminded her that she was still holding his hands, and she pulled away, coughing awkwardly. He made it really hard to be mad at him when he looked at her like that.

The train slowed to a stop, and their part of the plan was over. It was now up to the others to get the cross onto the truck and get the hell out of there. They climbed back on JJ's motorcycle after ensuring that the train had stopped for long enough, and they speeded down the road to meet the truck. They spotted it headed down a perpendicular road, and they pulled next to it, only to realize that there was a cop car behind them. The crate with the cross was safely in the back, though. Bree warned, "J!"

"I see it!" he confirmed. The Calloway girl fought the urge to groan because she was really done with being chased by the cops. She thought that they had seen the last of that, but clearly not. "Top, keep going straight!"

"Y'all be careful. All right?" the Thornton boy warned. He and Sarah were in the front, and Pope, Cleo, and Kie were in the back. The Heyward boy was sticking his head out of the open window, and he and the people on the bike were just a couple of feet apart.

"Topper, hold it steady," JJ said to him, and Bree was wondering why the hell it mattered. However, her question was answered when the Maybank boy glanced back at her over his shoulder and told her, "Get ready to jump."

Pope's eyes went almost as wide as Bree's did, and they were both wondering what was going through the boy's mind. There was no fucking way that she was going to make a jump from a moving motorcycle to a moving truck. There was just no way. "What? Have you lost your mind?"

"Probably! Get ready to jump," he repeated.

Pope had seemed to come to terms with the plan, and he leaned further out of the window and outstretched his hands to help her. "Come on. Come on. I've got you. I've got you. Come on."

"Bree, what are you doing?" Sarah called from inside the vehicle, and the other people in the car seemed to be wondering the same thing. However, she just took a few deep breaths before grabbing Pope's hand and using it to help her stand up on the bike.

And then she jumped.

She landed on the crate in the bed of the truck, and she was gripping Pope's arm so hard that it might fall off. She breathed out a shocked laugh and looked back at JJ, who looked kind of proud. That was honestly the coolest thing she had ever done, and she would tell everyone about it if it weren't for the fact that it would get her into a lot of trouble.

Once everyone got done yelling and making sure she wasn't dead, they looked back to see that JJ had stopped and was waiting on the cop car that was flying down the road at them. Topper asked, "What's he gonna do?"

"I don't know. I don't think he knows either," Pope answered.

The blonde boy revved the bike engine, and it honestly looked like he was just going to sit there and play chicken with the cops. That was something that he would do, and Bree was praying that he was not that stupid. She muttered, "He's trying to get killed."

"Okay, maybe he's just trying to get rid of the cops," Topper offered, trying to look on the bright side.

They watched as JJ finally began moving, and he sped past the cop. Bree gasped as she watched him chuck a rock right into the windshield. Then, they turned a corner, and he was out of sight. Sarah whipped her head around to look at Topper. "Topper, stop. Stop the truck."

"Oh my God. I'm not stopping the truck," he answered firmly, and even as they banged on the window and all shouted at him, he still refused. "I'm not going to jail for y'all. No chance." But then, all Sarah had to do was flash him her puppy dog eyes, and he couldn't say no. "All right. All right, damn it! All right. All right."

"Turn right," Bree yelled as soon as she heard him agree. She kneeled on the crate, holding the roof of the car so that she could get the best view that she could. However, she spotted the boy and his bright red motorcycle on the overpass above him. There was another police car behind him, and it was starting to pull up to his side. It got a little too close to him, and he had to swerve suddenly. He lost his balance, and Bree lost sight of him.

Next thing she knew, the bike went crashing through the wall of the overpass and tumbling to the road below, right in front of the truck.

Topper skid to a halt as Bree gasped, her heart stopping. and she almost rolled off the back of the car. She flew off of the back as soon as it stopped moving. There was a pit of dread in her stomach as she looked around, trying to spot any sign of the Maybank boy. She was almost scared to search, terrified that she would find his mangled body on the side of the road. She muttered, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Maybe he's up on the bridge," Pope murdered, and they were all spinning around in circles and panicking. Bree ran a hand through her hair as tears formed in her eyes. She stopped turning and let out a sob, landing in Sarah's arms as the girl rubbed her shoulder, trying to comfort her while they looked for JJ.

"I wish I could say I did that on purpose," a voice said from behind her, and she slowly turned around to see him standing there without a scratch. The only thing that looked any different was that his hair was messed up. "But that was the gnarliest powerslide I've ever done."

They stared at him for a second in shock, but then Pope dove toward him. "You're alive!"

"Shit, that was gnarly. That was trucking, dude. Oh Jesus. Oh God," Topper groaned and laughed. Despite the fact that JJ had once held a gun to his head, he seemed relieved that the boy was alive.

Everyone hugged him, but Bree just hung back and stared, taking deep breaths to slow her heartbeat down. Finally, his eyes landed on her, and she moved over to him in three large steps before throwing her arms around his neck. He seemed surprised, but his hands found her waist quickly. She began crying again, her tears wetting his neck. He rubbed her back and whispered, "Hey, it's good. I'm here. I'm okay."

"Never do that again, you asshole. I'm so sorry," she cried. She was sorry for still being cold after he apologized. She was sorry for using what he said in the container against him. She was sorry for every weird moment they had had since then. She would have never been able to live with herself if they ended like that on bad terms.

He just nodded. "It's okay. You're all good."

"Hey! Hey, you kids, don't move," the officer shouted from the overpass, interrupting their little moment. They quickly broke apart, and he pushed her back in the car with everyone else. They needed to get the hell out of there as fast as possible.

They sped down the road, and they continued to urge Topper to go faster until they hit a speed bump that sent them all flying. Pope looked back when he heard a thud, and he shouted, "Stop, stop! We lost the cross!"

"You guys told me to go faster," the Thornton boy defended himself, and they all glared at him. Pope was the first one out, and they all followed behind him. In the process of falling out of the bed of the truck, the crate had popped open, revealing the insides, and all of their stomachs dropped.

The cross wasn't there.