Writing Beyond the Ending "At Seventeen"

He glanced at the track her car had left in the sandy edges of road and, although it was not the way he’d planned to go, he swung his car around and followed.
Halfway to Yallingup he saw her car up ahead and pushed his foot down to catch her up. Closer and closer, he was within reading distance of he licence plate.
Suddenly, from nowhere, she slammed on her brakes, he had no option but to swing his wheels left and plough into the bush.
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ she screamed as she ran over to his now demolished wagon. ‘Are you trying to get yourself killed?’
‘I…I…wanted to see you,’ he managed stunned that she could be the one blaming him. His head was still spinning from the crash. What on earth had happened?
‘Whatever,’ she taunted. ‘Look, there’s a petrol station less than a kay from here. I’ll go and get help.’
As she drove away he was still trying to get his head around the situation.
‘Crazy bitch,’ he thought to himself as he laid back in his seat and awaited his rescue.