Making the Team/Go alone, call Jada
As if you're going to let these assholes have their way with those girls, especially after throwing you out like that. You don't really talk to Darryl - he doesn't say much. But fuck if he isn't going to be thankful that you saved his chick from getting raped by the entire football team. Finding her number is easier than you thought it would be. There aren't that many 'Jada Banks' in your town, so a quick googling of her name was enough to provide a cellphone number. You hammer in the digits and wait for the call to connect.
"Who's this?" A woman's voice answers suspiciously. Jada, no doubt about it.
"It's Mike, Mike Wheeler from school. Listen, Darryl isn't over at Jesse's house. Don't go there."
It takes a little bit for her to answer. "Where are you? Are you spying on us?" Now, why the hell would she think that? But a quick look around lets you know that she's on your street - barely fifty yards from Jesse's mailbox. You'd recognize that beautiful black broad anywhere. Jada's got the looks of a young Naomi Campbell - with her weave in a high ponytail and big gold hoop earrings. The little chocolate girls next to her have to be Keisha and Tanya. No point in hiding - Jada's begun to look around the area, and if she spots you hiding in the bushes there'd probably be hell to pay.
"No, I'm just outside his house." You rise from the bushes and head over to the sidewalk. She spots you and squints confusedly. "What the fuck is--" she begins, but realizes how ridiculous it is to talk over the phone when you're this close. So she hangs up and crosses the distance between you. "What the fuck is going on? Where's Darryl?"
"Not at Jesse's house. Him and the Football team were... planning a surprise." You don't really know how to put it delicately, but the choice of words doesn't make her any less confused. "They were going to rape you and your sisters. It was a trap."
She pulls back with wide-eyed shock. And just at this moment, you suddenly notice movement over at Jesse's house. He's standing over by the window, mouthing 'what the fuck?' as he spots you chatting with their entertainment. Then he yells something, and the other guys rush to the window to see what's going on! You've been caught, shit!
Jada sees what's going on, and covers her mouth with a shriek as she sees the shirtless, furious guys bang against the window. Some of them hurry to the other room - no doubt planning to rush out and beat you to a pulp! No fucking way are you gonna' let that happen. Instinctively, you jog away - only to accelerate to a full-out run. Jada is quick to see what you're doing, and lifts the frightened into her arms before rushing to catch up with you.
"Where do we go?!" She asks desperately. Behind you, the booming voices of the guys echo down the streets. Your feet smatter against the asphalt as you run faster than you've ever run before. That's a good question. Back to your place? That'd be a story to tell mom and dad, but the team wouldn't dare to come in. Back to her place? Her parents are out of town - the guys would make short work of you. The adrenaline throbs in your eardrums as you sprint towards your house on the end of the street when suddenly you see it. Dad's car! You still have the keys from when you went on a driving lesson with him - and this would be a good a time as any to put those skills to use.
It's a matter of seconds now! What'll it be?