She's Too Young Page #6

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if she might know where Hannah is?

Becca, open the door right now.

Got it.

Becca?

It's not like I can just slip away, Jack.

I'm grounded, remember?

- Hey.

- Hey.

Do you wanna come out for a bit?

What for?

Because us sluts

should stick together.

And because there's

nobody else I can talk to.

- Tell Mom I'll be back.

- You're not allowed.

Tess, please.

I mean, that's the idea.

You gotta find character in your subject.

Even if your subject is,

well, a water fountain...

...or something boring,

like school, you know?

I don't know, I'm starting to think that the

easiest subject to find character in is you.

Do you know how long

I've wanted to do that?

Why didn't you?

Well, I thought you were

way too cool for me.

You're such a dork.

Hannah Vogul?

Excuse me,

have you see Hannah Vogul?

No.

I'm looking for Hannah Vogul.

Can I help you?

Can I get you a beer?

Have you seen Hannah Vogul?

I'm looking for my daughter.

No, she's not here.

Excuse me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay. Stop.

Why? Is it because of the syphilis?

I mean, it's been two weeks,

so I'm cured.

No. No, of course it's not that.

Well, then, what is it?

I mean, you want me, right?

Yeah, since I was, like, 10.

- Okay. So...

- Hey.

Hey.

I think you're amazing...

...and sexy and beautiful.

But we don't have to do this now.

Why not?

Because we don't know

what the hell we're doing.

And because we have, like, ages of time

to see if this is really what we want.

So it's just that you don't wanna

touch me because I'm a slut, right?

Get over yourself. I just told you why.

Hannah. Hannah!

Hannah!

God, I'm so sick of this place

I could puke.

This is it for me.

Monday I'm off to prison.

- I wouldn't mind getting away from here.

- Yeah?

Starting over. Pretend I'm a virgin.

A born-again virgin.

That'd be whack, huh?

Become a theater geek. Join the

Spanish club. Do community service.

It'd be like seventh grade.

It'd just be nice to get props for something

other than going down on guys.

Listen, I gotta get home.

Too bad.

Becca, are you crazy?

- Becca, come on.

- One last game before jail.

Okay, it's...

...Tasmanian palm tree?

Yes.

- I'm sorry. I had to...

- Tess told me.

- Hello?

- Hi, is Dawn there?

No, I'm sorry, Hannah.

Dawn can't come to the phone right now.

You should call your mom, you know.

She's worried sick.

Is Becca here?

Have you seen Becca?

Your mommy was here.

Can't keep your trap shut?

Keep away from us.

- B*tch.

- Ladies, ladies.

Chill out. You want something?

I was just looking for Becca.

Is she here?

- Where's Becca?

- What?

- Becca.

- Oh, don't worry about Becca.

Stop. Stop.

What do you mean, stop?

Relax. Relax!

Don't touch me.

Stop.

Get off!

- Hold still.

- Hey, stop it, dude!

- Back off!

- Stop it! Stop it!

- Stop! Get off!

- Shut up.

- Stop!

- Shut up!

Hey, Brad.

Smile.

Let her go, or I e-mail

your face straight to 911.

Get off!

B*tch.

Yeah.

Get out of here.

Get out of here! Party's over.

- Get out!

- Hey.

You okay?

Thanks.

I just can't believe

the dumb-ass fell for it.

Hey, come on.

Let's get you home.

No, I don't wanna face

my parents right now, okay?

Okay.

Okay, I have no idea what that is.

- You can't give up.

- I swear...

...I'm gonna get you art lessons

before you embarrass yourself.

- It's not that bad. You're just not...

- Okay, according to who?

- Hey, Tommy. Thanks for calling.

- No problem.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, she's fine.

Hey.

You okay?

Okay.

Come on, babe.

Come on. Get up.

I'm so sorry I put you through this.

I know, honey. I know.

We're all gonna do better.

All of us.

- Yeah.

- Come here.

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