First Girl I Loved Page #3

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Is this about you and cliff?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

But it's... it's less about us

than it is just

about generally not letting

people get away with

that kind of thing.

Okay, let me stop you.

I don't know what kind of drama

you guys have going on

right now,

but I feel like it's better if

you leave me out of it.

I mean, I'm not trying to be

insensitive, okay, I'm not.

But I just feel like

I would only be

a temporary solution, okay?

Do you feel me?

Cliff!

Yeah?

Stop being annoying.

Hello? You still...?

I'm so sorry. Um, it's really

about the...

You know, if you just

apologize to me we could

end this.

Me apologize to you?

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

Uh huh.

Really?

Well, what did he do to her?

Well, I don't think she'd hit

her boyfriend for no reason.

Again, ordinarily

we'd let the student finish out the day...

and not involve the parent,

parents, parent in your case.

But there was a violence

element involved

so we did have

to go ahead and ask

that you come collect

Anne for the day.

Of course.

Um, Ms. Wiggins?

Yes?

Is it, uh... is it cool if I go

to the nurse now?

Go ahead.

Thankfully no one was

seriously hurt.

Again, uh, that's a good thing.

I just don't like doing this.

I'd rather have the student

finish off the day but,

you know, because there was a

violence element involved

and the official protocol, um,

is to call the parent

when there is a

violence element,

regardless of the level of the

violence element.

Oh my god, just stop saying

"violence element".

Uh, I'm sorry, Anne...

I'm just saying

nothing happened.

You're a Chatsworth valley

panther. Don't forget that.

Anne, apologize right now. Anne.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Temperatures are running

high right now

so I do understand that.

Though, again,

the incident itself was a very

serious offence.

So, I think

it's appropriate that

Anne be suspended from school

for the next three days.

Wait. What?

Anne...

Will you tell me what's wrong?

I can tell something's wrong.

Did you guys break

up or something?

No, mom! I told you before that

he's not my boyfriend!

Okay! Then what can I do, honey?

I don't... I mean, you could

start by chilling the f*** out.

Make sure you bring that back.

Yeah, I will.

Sorry.

Please.

I'm just going to yearbook.

Up this way.

Why are you

talking to me like this?

'Cause everything's

about you, isn't it?

I thought you were in

some big hurry.

Fine. If you won't talk to me,

I'm calling Dr. bowman.

Fine. You know, let's do it.

Let's spend a hundred

dollars an hour

so I can cry to

brilliant Dr. bowman

about my poor Putika Madre

'cause I'm just so sad!

What does that mean?

What?

What does that mean?

What you just said.

Anne,

I know what Madre means,

what does Putika mean?

Hm?

It means like...

Means like little b*tch, little

whore, it's like...

I'm sorry.

Are you going to yearbook, too?

Yep.

Great.

I guess I'll just keep

following you then.

Hold up, pause, pause, pause.

Uh, we should...

You're Sasha Basaez.

Yeah.

You're gonna see Anne.

How did you know that?

Did she say something about me?

You're really pretty.

Ms. totally checking

herself out...

Oh my god, hi! Hey!

How's you? How are you?

How are you, Sasha?

Good. Good. How's you?

Good. I'm good.

Okay.

We should...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So, hey, I, uh... I have a

humble request of you.

Yeah?

Can I stay at your place?

Um, I just like really don't

want to go home tonight.

Yeah. Sure.

You look awesome.

Yeah? I don't know.

I wish I was like...

Like that, you know.

Instead it's like... buhhh.

What? No. Here, put this on

right now.

Here, put this on.

Put it on, seriously.

Whoa.

Hm. Do I look stupid?

You look amazing.

It's depressing me how

good it looks.

Oh, I don't know.

That weird girl is like wearing

the exact same one.

Who?

Er, no. Don't look

at her. Just...

It's that girl. I don't know.

She's kind of weird.

Oh, guess who asked

me out today?

Who?

Cliff Martinez.

What?

He was just like,

"hey, you're pretty. You want to

go get frozen yogurt?"

I, uh, didn't know that you guys

knew each other.

Hm.

You're not mad, are you?

Or, do you like him?

Hey, I was supposed

to drop this off.

Oh, I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Hey, cliff!

What's good, Mr. Q?

Come here, let's talk.

Yeah, I just gotta, um,

go live my life.

No, no, no. It's not a debate.

Let's go.

What? Why?

Oh, because I like you.

I want to see you succeed.

Oh, gross! You like "like" me?

Oh, I like you so much.

Here, take a seat.

Ooh, and you're all

touching me and stuff?

This how you talk to

the other kids?

Aw, I don't really talk

to the other kids.

I don't really like them.

Sh*t...

Um, no. Those go off.

So, uh... tell me,

what'd you do?

What?

Come on. I know this whole

thing's your fault.

I'm gonna let that one

go 'cause I like you.

Come on, man.

Listen, my back is killing me.

I wanna go home,

you wanna go home.

Can we just cut the crap,

you tell me what's going on?

Dude, why do you care so much?

Well, why do you care

about Anne so much?

Dude, why you always gotta be

answering a question with a

question, man?

That's what they teach me in

guidance counselor school.

Yeah?

Come on. Tell me.

Between you and me. Come on.

It's just like,

it's like there's no way

she'll forgive me.

Forgive you for what?

I mean, not "forgive"

'cause I didn't do anything.

Well, have you ever

thought of saying sorry

for this mysterious thing that

you can't tell me about?

Kinda.

"Kinda". So, no.

Dude, whatever you did that

you think you can't come back

from, you probably can.

Never underestimate the human

capacity for forgiveness.

What?

All right.

All right, yo, Mr. Q, you gotta

keep this on the low, okay?

You gotta promise.

Okay. Yeah, listen,

whatever you say in this room

stays in this room.

You swear?

I swear.

I need you to swear on your

mother. Honestly.

Honestly, I swear on my mother.

Sit down and tell me

what's going on.

You don't really like

this guy, do you?

Um...

Sh. Never mind.

Don't answer that.

Oh, god...

Cliff...

Oh, god. Yo, take this off.

Take it off. Take it off.

Here.

Oh, f***...

Okay.

Oh...

Are you on the pill?

What?

Are you on the pill?

Cliff. Cliff...

What? What?

Ah, are you f***ing serious

right now...

Oh, sh*t, you gotta be

kidding me right now...

F***...

You okay?

No.

Did it hurt?

You can tell me. I'll listen.

I know the f***ing difference

between softball and baseball.

Oh, hey, hey. Yo, yo,

chill, chill, chill.

You need me to say it? Look,

I like you, okay, whatever?

Just... please, just

stop talking.

Why are you being

a dick right now?

I'm being a dick?

You're being a dick.

Please don't call me a dick!

F***, okay, chill.

Just don't storm out of here

like some crazy b*tch.

Don't call me a b*tch!

Fine. Okay. Like a crazy young

lady or whatever...

I don't...

Why are you being so mean to me?

I thought you were supposed to

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