First Girl I Loved Page #2
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- 2016
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Um, say I said...
Teddy Roosevelt.
Teddy Roosevelt.
Whenever you can.
I don't know what's
good for you.
Oh, no. It gives me a reason
to get out of practice early.
I'll just tell them we have some
follow-up questions or whatever.
They basically let me
do whatever I want.
Because you're a goody-goody.
No, I'm not.
"No, I'm not."
You're so mean!
I'm sorry. I know.
That's a really bad habit.
No, I... I like when you do it.
I don't know why.
Are you sure you don't want
a ride to your car?
Canoga's like super sketch.
Been workin' out.
Oh. Promise you won't get
raped and get aids and die?
I promise.
Okay. Well... bye.
And good bye to you!
Should we do it like
they do in Europe?
How do they do it in Europe?
Oh. Wait. Let me try again.
Oui, oui, oui.
Nice.
Would you like a cigarette?
Would you like a cigarette?
Cigarette!
Okay. Uh, I'm going now.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Hey. I'm bored. Entertain me.
Do be do, do be do, waaaa!
I can totally imagine
Regionals,
we're going to win for sure.
It's more state I'm
worried about.
Is it weird that I'm
worried about it too?
I don't even like sports.
Getting to state is everything
I've been practicing
for since forever.
But now if we lost I
wouldn't even care.
Except we wouldn't get to miss
school.
Do you think you'll play
softball in college?
Do you think you'll
play football in college?
Do you think you'll do
synchronized swimming
in college?
is really hard.
Don't knock it.
One time I tried to do
one of those
twirly upside-down
things in a pool
and inhaled a big gulp of
water and passed out.
One time I wasn't supposed
to go to batting practice
but I went anyway.
It was right after I'd already
messed up my shoulder
and I popped my shoulder out of
its socket.
How come you're only now
taking the sats?
Did you take the sats
when you were 12?
Do you have
any brothers or sisters?
Nope. /yep.
What do you want to be
when you grow up?
Sometimes I think
I want to be a teacher,
for really little kids.
I want to live in an
apartment in New York City
and have a job where I take the
subway to get there
and have to change lines.
It doesn't matter what I'm
doing...
What if your job is...
I guess it has to be creative.
You're so creative.
You're gonna be an artist.
And smoke a ton of cigarettes.
By the way, that's gross.
I know. I'm trying to quit.
I have to go play
this game, one sec.
Take your base.
Go, Sasha!
Alright, Sasha!
Come on, you got this! Three on.
Ball one!
Ball two.
Let's go, ladies!
Ball three!
Sasha!
Sasha Basaez...
Sounds like some dumbass
baseball player or something.
That's actually a
really good guess.
Oh my god, he is?
Oh, so good!
Except it's softball...
Not baseball.
Sh*t... yo,
you know sh*t about sports, bro.
Girls play softball, Anne.
How do you not know this?
I thought you were supposed
to be like some genius
or some sh*t.
I'm not a genius.
Ah, damn, I know.
I'm sorry.
I hate it when you call me that.
I know. My bad.
That's my bad.
No, Anne, Anne, Anne...
That's my bad, okay?
I'm sorry. Come here. Come here.
All right, so tell me how...
How you got to kick it with this
dude who's on the baseball team.
So you know senior goodbyes?
No, I'm in yearbook and I've
never heard of senior goodbyes.
Okay. Obviously. So Sasha
Basaez bought a senior goodbye.
Uh... and you wanted to do him
because he looked good in a pic,
is that why?
I know it's so lame.
I... I took a camera
along to a game
and I acted like I had
to be there
for like "official yearbook"...
Oh, no, no, no, no.
What a stalker, bro.
It's not exactly "stalker".
"Not exactly stalker"?
You hit him with the cam.
No! Okay. It's kind of stalker.
But we were talking
after the game
and I pretended like
I had to do an interview.
Did you guys f*** or...?
No. Jesus.
You know I've never
done that with anybody.
I'm not like you.
Kiss or...?
No, we talked for like
two seconds.
But, seriously, I've never
felt like this before.
Just like...
It's just like what're
we doing here?
Anne, what are we doing here?
Look, you can't tell me about
you and this other guy, okay?
I'm sorry, that's...
That's just the way it is.
Okay. Uh, just...
Here's where it gets kind of...
You know... you know, right?
Know what?
Oh, come on, you're gonna make
me say it? You know!
Okay, uh, just, look,
let me finish my story?
Okay, can you please...
Can you please just not...
Can you not say anything
for a second?
Please, please,
just don't say anything.
You don't really like
this guy, do you?
Um...
Shh. Never mind.
Don't answer that.
Who is that?
Nobody.
Uhm?
Do you want me to pause it?
Hey!
Hey.
Are you okay?
No.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
Sorry I'm bothering you.
No.
I just totally let everyone
down.
Oh, no.
I was feeling guilty
'cause I said I didn't care
about any of it anymore.
And then... I shouldn't have
swung but I swung anyway
'cause I thought...
It's okay. It's okay.
I'm so sure everything is okay.
But I swung anyway
'cause I thought...
I don't know, I wasn't thinking.
- I wasn't playing smart.
- Sorry...
I'm sure I sound so pathetic
right now.
Can I tell you something?
What?
I don't have a car.
What do you mean?
Remember I said I parked...
far away. It's 'cause I
walked.
So then why?
I kind of thought something
was up.
I know.
I kind of felt like you
knew, too.
Le cigarette?
Cigarette?
Oh, oui, le cigarette!
Would you like a cigarette?
Oh, but of course, I smoke le
cigarette all the time.
No!
Cool bike.
Go f*** yourself.
Dude, I was trying to
compliment you.
Dude, why do you make it
so hard to be your friend?
You don't want to be my friend.
You want to call me a dyke,
which is so dumb
'cause I'm not even gay.
And I know why you do it and you
know that I know.
So don't even pretend.
Wait. Hold up. Pause. Pause,
pause, pause.
You're not gay anymore?
Hey, look,
I just want to know, okay?
Please get out of my way.
I'm just trying to collect
all the facts here.
Okay, here's a fact:
You're a homophobic a**hole.
Anne. Anne, come on.
You really think that?
Listen, this is
obviously hard for you.
So if you need to cry again,
like last time,
this is a safe space. Go ahead.
Hm. Just doesn't have
that kid brother ring, huh?
Jesus. What do you want?
I'm declaring a truce.
Then why'd you steal my bike?
What?
Don't be stupid.
Dude, I really don't know what
you're talking about.
'Cause you're an idiot.
Or a liar, or both.
Jesus! Lady, I didn't steal
your precious dyke.
What'd you say?
Aw, come on.
Mr. Maldonado...
I know Julie doesn't work
there any more...
Mr. Maldonado, can I talk
to you for a second?
But I... but I explained to
her our printing situation.
Can I please talk to you
for a second?
I'm so sorry.
Can you give me one second?
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