You stepped back "home" in the early hours. Enough time to get ready for school. Breakfast is quiet affair, your parents seem nervous, you know why.
Your dad tells you to come home after practice, but it's because he's worried "after what happened across the street".
Eileen is waiting outside in her hooptie. She grins wide when you come out and get in. She backs out of your driveway and asks, "So.... what happened? "