Dakota Skye Page #5

Come on!

Don't you want to f*** a rock star?

Yeah. I hit that sh*t last night.

Like I f***ing care

if I pass that stupid class.

Just stayed home

and played video games.

Right now I'm really just trying

to concentrate on my work.

Same as ever. I don't get It.

He didnt quit the band.

They kicked him out.

Why didnt I know that?

I have to do something about this.

I can't tell when he's lying.

He could have been lying

this whole time.

Hey, Chris. It's Chris, right?

Okay.

So, I've been poring

over these things all night,

and I've learned 2 things.

1, despite all non-scientific knowledge,

an intense dose of radiation

won't kill you.

It'll just make you big

and green and cranky.

And 2, every superhero

has a weakness,

something that brings them down

with the rest of the mortals.

Maybe that's it!

Maybe Jonah is my archenemy,

the one being out there

that can nullify my superpower.

Has our heroine

finally met her match?

Find out next month In--

Hello.

Take that, b*tches!

What's my score?

And what's yours?

God, you suck!

Bowling's my favorite nonport.

So, are we gonna

do this all night or what?

Do what? Bowl?

Not talk about this.

About the other night.

- Yes.

- Yes, what?

Yes, we're gonna

not talk about this all night.

I think I'm in love with you.

- What?!

- No, f*** that.

I'm absolutely, positively

in love with you.

I said I love you.

How do I know?

- Well, for starters, I just told you.

- Yeah, but how do I know?

I guess you're just gonna

have to trust me.

You see, that's it. I don't know

how to do that, trust you.

Excuse me?

I don't know how to do that.

That's the problem.

I guess I thought

that I would have earned it by now.

Don't you see?

That's the problem.

I...

How do I know?

It's really hard to explain.

It's not that hard.

F***ing hell.

I've known him since I was 9.

He used to steal the lunch money

from the kids who stole mine,

and we'd go buy fireworks.

First car I ever drove was his.

Lit my first cigarette.

Had a lot of firsts with him.

Now, it's the first time I've ever

tried to steal anyone's girlfriend, so...

guess it fits that I go through

that with him, too.

Do you love him?

I don't know.

Do you love me?

If I knew the answer to that,

I'd probably know the answer

to the other.

You're right not to trust me. Look

what I'm doing to my best friend.

- It's not that I don't trust you, it's just--

- No, no. It's cool.

I understand.

Let's go.

- Where are we going?

- Home. It's late.

Aristocrat is to imperious

as Supplicant is to:

Cowardly, Awkward,

Servile, or Arrogant?

Give me the choices

one more time.

Cowardly, Awkward,

Servile, or Arrogant?

Servile?

- Very good!

- F***, yeah!

Bring on the bull-sh*t, S.A.T.'s!

I'm-a f*** them up!

So...

how's Jonah?

I don't know.

You'd have to ask him.

- What?

- Nothing.

Let's trade secrets.

No.

I'll tell you a secret,

then you tell me one.

- No.

- Come on. It will be fun.

Like we're at a slumber party.

Okay. I'll go first.

Bookstores make me

have to go sh*t.

- What?!

- Yeah, I don't know what it is.

I can't be in a bookstore

for more than, like, 15 minutes

before I have to go.

- That's disgusting!

- Oh, come on!

Maybe it's some repressed

Barnes & Noble trauma

deep in my childhood,

but it happens without fail.

- I sit next to you in English!

- Okay. Your turn.

No!

Come on! That was

really embarrassing!

You have to give me something.

Dude, that is your own

damn problem.

One of many, it seems.

I know about you and Jonah.

What about me and Jonah?

That you were together all day

Sunday and then lied about it.

Bookstores?

Seriously, I was joking about that.

I'm perceptive, you know?

I can tell when people are lying.

Come on. Let me just...

be your friend for once.

I'd really like to.

He likes me, and I like him.

More than Kevin?

Different than Kevin.

I understand. Jonah is a good guy.

Have you guys...?

No.

Kind of.

Almost.

But it doesn't matter,

because all I have to do

is wait a few more days, right,

and then he'll be gone,

and then the decision makes itself.

Only if you let it.

- You want to know what I think?

- No, not really.

You need to make

that decision for yourself.

Don't take the easy way out,

or you'll regret it.

Well, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna

end up regretting something

when this is over,

no matter what I do.

The only thing that bugs me more

than when Beth shares secrets

Is when Beth is right.

This is a decision

I have to come to myself.

I can't just ride this out

and accept the default answer.

Predictable

doesn't always mean boring.

Lust doesn't always mean love.

Near doesn't always mean close.

New doesn't always mean exciting.

Different doesn't always mean better.

Far doesn't always mean distant.

Knowing everything

doesn't make you wise.

Knowing the truth

doesn't make you superior.

Knowing your problem

doesn't solve It.

Sitting between

your past and your future

doesn't mean you're in the present.

What did you think?

Sucks.

Yeah.

I'm leaving. Going home.

- When?

- Now.

What do you mean, "now"?

Now, like this minute.

I can't be here.

Please don't go.

I don't want you to.

Yeah. I know.

That makes two of us.

But I think you're

trying to make a decision,

and I'm gonna make it easier on you.

I'm eliminating myself as a choice.

So, a great f***ing movie, or what?

It sucked!

What the f***?

Are you deaf, dumb, and blind?

That movie was amazing, dude!

Kev, I'm gonna

head out of town tonight.

What the f***? Why?

I got to get back-tuff to do.

Why didn't you say

some sh*t earlier, dude?

We could have planned

a party or something.

I know. It's cool.

I'm with the only people

I want to see.

Dude. All right, bro.

- Well, good seeing you, man.

- You too.

I love you, bro.

- You too.

- All right.

- Bye.

- Bye.

I'm sorry for coming in

and f***ing up your life.

See you later, kids.

Well, I guess I know where you'll be

if we ever break up.

- What?

- "What?"

A couple more seconds in that hug,

and I'd have to f***ing

drop-kick his ass.

You're stupid. Shut up.

You know, he's a really good guy.

I like him.

Me, too.

Come on. Let's go.

Did you notice something funny

about Jonah tonight?

Like how?

I don't know.

Like, he looked all, like...sad.

- Yeah, I suppose he did.

- Yeah.

I haven't seen that look on his face

since we asked him to quit the band.

I thought that you kicked him out.

Kicked him out, asked him to quit.

Same thing. Whatever.

Same thing. Whatever.

Want to go bowling?

Not really.

Want to go back to your place?

My mom came home today.

Same thing. Whatever.

What?

I know that I have to

make a choice,

regret it or not.

I choose to be alone.

I choose to jump face-first,

to not just kick back

and enjoy the ride.

I choose nether my future

nor my past, but my present, my now.

So, it turns out senior year sucked

a little bit less than junior year,

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