The Edge of Seventeen Page #2
and you're making me nervous, Nadine.
Your upper arms
are breathtaking.
- Where are you going?
- Well, it's last minute,
but Brent called me,
the-the dentist one,
and he asked if I wanted to go
to Manzanita for the weekend,
and I thought, you know what?
I deserve to be a little
selfish once in a while, so...
Is that one of the, um, match.
Com guys? Yeah.
You should go for
as long as you want.
Very funny.
I'm gonna be back on Sunday.
Okay.
Just in time to surprise you.
I tried to call Darian, but he
must be in his AP study group.
Uh, I can...
I'll tell him.
Be good.
- Mm-hmm.
What?
Dibs.
Huh?
- Dibs, dibs, dibs.
- What are you even saying?
Mom's f***ing a dentist in Manzanita for
two days, so I called dibs on the house.
Ew.
Bye.
You are so sick for
saying it like that.
Mom's b*obs are jangling around a
dentist's face. See it, Darian.
See mom's titties all up
in that dentist's face.
He'll love that you have all
of your teeth in your mouth.
- Ooh, that should work.
- Yeah!
No way.
Where are you going?
Darian!
Yeah! Come on!
Darian!
You need to get all these
people out of the pool.
Excuse me. All of you
need to leave! Bye-bye!
Hey, no one's listening to you.
You said you weren't gonna drink until
after soccer. You failed, failure!
Dude, I'm not drinking. It's orange
juice, genius. How drunk is she?
I've had one drink, okay? Now you
get your friends out of the pool.
Uh, no.
Okay, then I'm
gonna call the cops.
Okay. Yep, you're cut off.
We're going upstairs.
Excuse me. I'm calling the cops.
Hey, you're retarded.
No, let's... beep, beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep, beep, beep.
I'm still dialing.
Hello. Operator?
Yeah, um, can you
please help me?
My brother is hurting me
in my no no hole.
Oh!
Why am I so grotesque?
- Shh. -How do you even like me?
What's wrong with you?
Stop.
I don't even like me.
I heard my voice on a voice mail
yesterday, and it was like,
"how can anyone stand
listening to you?"
Oh, you're just drunk
right now, okay?
I hate the way I look when
I talk or when I chew gum.
Don't ever
let me chew gum, okay?
Don't let me chew gum.
And then, I had
the worst thought.
I got to spend the rest
of my life with myself.
Shh.
Let's go to your room. Don't you want to
wake up in your bed tomorrow morning?
Hmm?
Don't you want to do that?
You don't want to sleep here.
Come on, Nadine.
Hey, is there any more
aspirin anywhere?
Maybe. Try... try that
thing over there.
- Hey, no, you don't have to. -Oh, it's...
it's cool. It'll just go faster, so...
All right.
So, what happened?
Uh, somebody let Baxter in
and he pissed.
Do me another quick favor? Can
you grab me those paper towels?
Cool. And just clean up
all this dog urine.
Yeah, right.
Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
What the f***?
Hey, just get out... get out of my room!
Stop looking, man! Just get out!
I don't know.
I don't know. I don't...
I swear I don't even
know what happened.
I don't even know
how it happened.
It was... I don't know. I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?
I'm just...
Just thinking.
Okay, I'll see you later.
Nadine, you can't just leave
without saying anything. Nadine.
You're my best friend and I love you.
It wasn't your fault.
You disgust me.
That's nice.
Go grow yourself a wispy
mustache, you pervert,
and stay away
from my friends, okay?
Did you just say
"friends" plural?
Your head is
too big for your body.
It makes you look ridiculous.
You'll never be able to fix it.
Mr. Bruner.
I didn't have a chance to do the
homework last night because...
Well, I don't know if you know
this, but my dad passed away.
It's just been really hard
to do anything.
Date of passing?
Sorry?
When, uh...
When did he die?
Um, 2011.
Ooh.
Mm. Yeah, I have a one-year expiration
date on freebies for the dead and dying.
Are you serious? There will
be other opportunities.
Your grandparents can't
stick around forever.
Have a seat.
Okay, class,
the young Mr. Lincoln.
Uh-huh.
Enjoy.
How was your weekend?
Mm.
It was... below average.
Yeah.
Okay.
How was your weekend?
Oh, I, uh... I golfed.
Well, like mini.
Like mini... mini golf.
Like...
I don't why I did that.
I'll pick that up.
Um, but yeah.
- Tim's fun park?
- Yeah.
I love that place.
We should go sometime.
Yeah, we should. But with
like... like a group of people.
Like... like with
like several... people.
That's right... no, it's...
Or just... just us.
Like just-just-just us?
Uh, yeah. You know.
Oh, yeah. Or a group.
Yeah.
Yeah, a group.
I think that'd be... i think that'd
be great. It'd be so much more fun.
Yeah.
Hey, I'm-I'm gonna catch up with you guys.
All right, man.
See you later.
Hey.
Hi.
Look, I-i just...
I want to say that, um,
you're my sister's friend, and what
happened the other night, you know...
Yes. Thank you.
It was so weird.
Yeah, it was just...
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It was all me.
It was...
Uh, ooh...
It's, uh...
Anyways...
Yeah.
Cool. I'll see you...
At the house or...
Around. Around.
Cool.
Hey, um...
I had a really good time
with you.
Me too.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
It's cool.
Continue.
Okay, that was...
That was weird.
That was, uh... that was
a weird thing to do.
Um...
Ahh.
What do you want me
to do, Nadine?
I want you to think about
how shitty this is for me.
I know.
What if I did this to you?
What if...
What if...
What if I liked your dad?
What if I gave
your dad a hand job?
Oh, Louis, wow, you look so hot
with that belt-phone of yours.
Wow. Oh, Krista, you're home early.
Okay.
Why... mmm. Why? Why?
Why do you even like him?
I don't know.
Yes, you do. Yes, you do.
Is it a girl thing. You hooked up with
him so now you're emotionally attached?
- No. -Are you unconsciously
mad at me, maybe,
and this like
some kind of revenge?
Nadine... are you unconsciously
mad at yourself
and this is some
kind of self-punishment.
'Cause if that's what it is...
will you... will you stop talking?
Because you're
driving me insane.
Please.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
He invited me
to a party on Friday,
and I want you to come with us.
Like, you're gonna go with him and
I'm gonna tag along. Yes. Will you?
I'm gonna have to see
if I'm around.
Yeah.
Okay.
Thank you for coming. What? No, no.
I'm having a great time.
Oh, hey. Look, maybe you guys
can f*** on the lawn later.
Please rise above
yourself, Nadine.
Please suck
several d*cks, Darian.
Here's a Miller.
Oh, hey, I want you
to meet some people.
What's up? This is Krista. Hi.
Hi. I'm Shannon. You were in my
chem class last year, right?
Yes, yes. Um, nice
to officially meet you.
Oh, my god. I love your outfit.
It's so cute.
Thank you very much.
I love your laces.
Thank you.
Hey, do you wanna play,
uh, beer pong?
Yes, I would love
to play beer pong.
I really don't know
a lot of people here, but...
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