First Girl I Loved Page #4

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be... the only person that...

F*** this!

Whoa, whoa, come on, Anne!

Anne! Come on, what,

you're gonna walk

out of your own house?

Sasha is a girl! Okay?

I don't like you like that.

I just don't!

I don't like you like that!

Sasha Basaez is a girl and she

plays softball

and I wanna f*** her!

I don't wanna f*** you!

Are you kidding me right now?

It's the truth.

What?

Oh... sh*t.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Cliff...

Cliff, what can I do?

Was that just to mess me up?

Mess up your friend before you

go off running with some dyke?

Cliff, that is so unfair.

"Cliff, that is so unfair."

What the f*** is the

matter with you?

"What the f*** is the matter

with you, cliff?"

I can't believe that

you're mad at me.

You're the one f***ing

leading me on!

I am not leading you on.

Oh, please!

How many times have we been on

the couch together, like,

all... all spooning and

snuggling and sh*t?

I come over every f***ing day.

Dyke. I can't believe all this

f***ing time I wasted on you.

F*** you!

Oh, f*** me? F*** me?

Yeah, f*** you!

No! No, f*** you! No, f*** you!

This is my house!

Get the f*** out!

F***!

She... so she didn't

want to have sex,

is that what you're saying?

Cliff, do you feel like maybe

you had sex with Anne

against her will?

I don't know.

F*** you!

F*** you!

Hey, guys. I'm coming in...

Oh... look at you

two lucky girls.

Sleep-over on a

school night? Yay!

Anne, you called your mom and

she said it was okay, right?

Yeah.

Yeah? Okay...

Well, don't stay up too late.

Good night.

Good night, mom.

All right.

It seems like you've

done this before.

So what's your name?

Maria.

All right.

So are you guys here like every

night or...

Oh, every night. Every night.

I live here.

I've got a sleeping bag and I

set it up right over there.

That would be my phone!

I'm giving you my number.

Bop beep, beep boop beep.

Hello?

Oh, it's for you.

Beer's gross, right?

God. Yeah.

Yeah. Here! Pure sugar.

Okay.

Sorry!

Hey. Don't look at them.

I have to go to the bathroom.

Don't tell anybody.

About what?

I'm really drunk.

No, you're not.

Promise you won't say anything.

Why would I tell anyone?

I don't know. I don't know you.

I don't know,

like, what you're about.

You don't know me?

No.

Hey...

Hey.

Talk to me, please?

Please. Please. Hey. Talk to me.

I'm not like you.

You're so confident.

Me? I'm not. I'm...

I'm really, really not.

I don't know what I'm doing,

either, at all.

Anne... Anne. We gotta go.

Come on.

Yeah.

Bye!

Clifton!

Clifton!

Whoa.

Um, I've decided that I'm cool

with us "going out".

Oh yeah, that's, uh...

That's fine with me.

You can tell whoever you want

I'm your boyfriend.

Um, what does that mean?

Look, I know. Okay?

Anne's like my best friend.

Anne? That yearbook girl,

what about her?

You guys aren't a thing?

Sasha!

Come on, Sasha.

Hey, Sasha!

Hey! Can we talk for a second?

Hey, you're in yearbook, right?

Is it too late to buy

a senior goodbye?

Yeah, it's too late.

Frick, I knew it.

Can we um... yeah,

can we talk?

Okay.

Maybe alone, for a second?

Okay.

That was weird.

So? So...

Would you like a cigarette?

I mean, like what's

going on with us?

I've sent you like a

billion texts.

Um, I don't know,

you wanted to talk to me?

You're talking to me like...

Like you don't know me.

Oh, I know you.

So then say something.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

I... I just like...

You know, I felt like we should

talk. I don't know, obviously.

Well, we're talking.

Here we are.

Um, I'm gonna go.

I, look, I... f*** it.

I like you!

I like-like you.

I was thinking, you know,

it's just like,

why be weird about it?

Let's just keep

hanging out and...

And go out with each other

or whatever.

You and me... please.

Sorry, um...

I'm not gay.

Um, but good luck with that.

Sorry.

What was that all about?

I don't know.

Speech!

Speech! Speech!

Hey! You

guys remember this, huh?

Booo!

Haha! Remember that?

Well, say goodbye!

Yeah!

Woo! That felt good, right?

Uh, so, you know,

I want to start thinking about

next year, fundraising,

what kind of themes?

But, for now, you know what?

Let's say goodbye to

the paper copy.

And hit me with the drive,

our finished product!

Look at this space-case. Cliff.

Cliffito! Cliff!

Cliff, hit me with the drive.

I hit... it was a big intro,

"hit me with the drive!"

Oh, my bad.

Here it is, everybody, the

fruits of our labour!

What're we gonna do

for the rest of the year?

We're not gonna do Jack!

You wish!

We're gonna do book reports.

Cliff.

Give me the drive.

Why?

Just give it to me.

You gonna do somethin' stupid?

Hello?

Yes, this is she.

Hey!

Just wanted to say hello...

Excuse me! Hi.

Hi.

I was told to see...

Oh, good, you're here.

This way, please.

I understand

but I'm talking about something

different here.

I'm talking about a plan...

I'd just rather

not repeat all this.

What's going on?

Please have a seat.

Okay, so we're all here.

Uh, so there have been quite a

few accusations and rumours

and accusations flying

around everywhere.

So, um, we did have to, uh,

get everyone together here

before things got out of hand,

and shed some light on the

issues at hand.

This is, again,

a very serious matter

so I did go ahead and bring in

our guidance counsellor,

Mr. Quibodeaux.

So I will let him take

it from here.

Right. So Clifton Martinez has

already admitted to putting the

picture in the...

In the yearbook.

And, uh, he... there will be...

He will be disciplined.

He is definitely off

yearbook next year, that's for damn sure.

Nooo.

Manuela/clifton:

So, uh... so what I'm

hoping we can do

is come to some kind of amicable

agreement between Mrs...

Basaez.

Basaez and cliff and Sharon...

I'm not... I'm sorry, I don't

know your last name...

First, we need to talk about

solutions.

I'd like to know how we're gonna

fix this,

that's what I would

like to know.

Who can tell me a plan?

Ma'am, there's no plan per Se.

We've already spent thousands of

dollars in printing,

we've sold hundreds

of copies of the yearbook,

there's no possible way...

Just tell everybody to bring it

back. How hard can that be?

How hard can that...?

They're kids.

If you tell them to

bring it back

they're going

to hold onto it more.

Josh. If this was something

truly egregious, I get it,

but it's just a silly

little picture.

A silly picture?

Excuse me. What picture are we

talking about?

What picture? That's perfect.

Anne, you haven't talked

to your mom about this?

Jesus!

Not to intrude but I think

the issue at hand,

apart from the

questionable content,

which is fine, actually,

is whether or not PDA should be

allowed in the yearbook,

regardless of gender or

personal expression.

What about lovebirds?

The whole kissing booth

thing at prom?

This is a little different...

All these straight

people making out?

That's a little different,

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