For the longest second, our eyes lock. Then his hand claps my back, shoving me off the side of the bridge. I see the boat as I fall, trailed by my own bellowing scream. Even as shock numbs my mind, I know it's gonna be bad. I twist my body, trying not to hit the damn boat. The last thing I remember thinking before impact is nice guys really do finish last.
No cause you saved his drowning ass, tried to stop him from getting hit by a train and got pushed off a bridge for yout efforts. I'd Be pissed
