The Edge of Seventeen Page #4
and I saw you... crying so hard.
I mean, so hard
your pillow was just soaked.
It made me so sad.
I got up and I went in my room
and I got my... my pillow.
Took the wet one for myself.
I wish you loved me that much.
A**hole.
No. No.
Hey, you're so messed up for bringing
up that story. You're so messed up!
Do you even realize how sick in the
head you are for bringing that up?
I'm sorry you feel guilty for never
caring about anyone but yourself.
- Yeah. No, that's exactly it. -Face it.
You're obsessed with yourself.
- Oh, my god. -Your report card on
the refrigerator like you're five!
"Hey, everybody. Hey, everybody, look.
I pooped in the big potty!"
God. Do you even know what it feels
like to love another human being?
Oh, man. You are so dramatic.
Okay? Hey, life isn't fair sometimes,
Nadine, okay? Get over it!
- Hey!
- Calm down already, man!
- Stop it!
What is the matter with you? I...
I know what this is about.
No, you don't.
Yes, I do. Krista and
Darian are a thing.
You guys think I don't know
things, but I know things.
- I'm leaving. -No, you're not.
Where are you going?
- I'm taking a therapeutic walk.
- Get back here!
Oh, god. Darian.
Can I just ask you a question?
house into a war zone?
What am I supposed
to say to that?
I'm just... I'm just
asking you the question.
I'm not turning it into a war zone, mom.
She is. Why don't you talk to her?
Because she doesn't
listen to me. You do.
You'll do the right thing.
I know you will.
I mean, look at that
drink you're making.
You want one?
Oh. What did I do to make
such a perfect kid, huh?
Could you point me in the
direction of the cat litter?
Uh...
Eight, I think.
You go to Lakewood, right?
Sometimes.
I've-I've seen you around. We've
just never really... T-talked.
Freshman.
Junior.
I-I don't... I don't really need
the cat litter. I just, um...
I don't even know why I said that.
I don't even have a cat.
I just know that they sh*t a
bunch, so... i like your shoes.
I gotta go.
Uh... okay.
Look on the bright side,
you know.
I mean, maybe they'll get married and then
my best friend will be a part of my family.
Helpful. Thank you.
It really bothers me she's not
giving you rides anymore though.
I'm gonna have to talk to her about that.
No, you're not!
I can't drive you every morning. It puts me
on the freeway late and adds 40 minutes.
If you do that, I will do something
equally terrible to you.
I will tell everyone on Facebook that
you pluck your nipples. How about that?
Oh.
Look, just tell me what you
want to hear and I'll say it.
Mom... i want to make
you feel better.
What can I say to do that?
I don't know.
Here's what I do
when I'm feeling down.
I get very quiet and very still.
And I say to myself...
Everyone in the world is as
miserable and empty as I am.
There's just better pretending.
Try it sometime.
Might bring you some peace.
Hey, uh, do you guys
around here sometimes.
Yeah, he's working on
his project for SFF.
Sf-what?
The student film festival?
Right.
Yeah.
SFF.
Hey, um, I gotta talk to you
about some homework.
I didn't need to talk to you
about homework. I lied.
Are you enjoying my company?
You're a barrel of monkeys.
You never told me
if you have a wife.
You should date my mother.
to be an Internet perv.
She's very, very fragile,
very, um...
"oh, save me."
Men like that, right, though? 'Cause
at the end of the day they all wanna...
All wanna be a hero.
Everyone just wants to feel
important in life.
Thing is, no matter
how important they are,
someone more important.
People get so uptight about that.
Oh, no, they're better than me.
It's like, god,
they don't realize
important doesn't matter.
It's confidence. When confidence
breaks into the room...
Doesn't matter if it's real or pulling
People are dumb.
They don't know the difference.
You know what?
I'm gonna go ahead
and I'm gonna tell you the real reason
I'm having lunch with you today.
You see, I don't, uh... i don't really
have any friends at the moment.
And to be completely honest
with you, I'm not interested.
At all. My entire generation
is a bunch of mouth-breathers.
They literally have a seizure if you
take their phone away for a second.
They can't communicate
without emojis.
They actually think that the world wants
to know that they are "eating a taco!"
Exclamation point. Smiley face, smiley
face, smile... like we give a f***.
I am an old soul.
I like old music and old movies
and even old people.
Bottom line is I have nothing in
common with the people out there,
and they have nothing
in common with me.
Nadine.
Max.
Maybe...
Nobody likes you.
You're a dick.
You're always... you're always in a sh*t
mood. You're a really shitty teacher.
You put zero effort
into everything you do.
And there's no way you're proud of that.
Look at you. Look at...
Like, you do nothing. Look at your hair.
You don't even...
You don't do your hair 'cause you
don't have any hair. You're bald.
You know what? You know
why you're not married?
Because bald men are gross and disgusting, and
especially the ones that make $45,000 a year.
What?
I've been doing this 23 years
and...
ever underestimate my salary.
That made me feel good.
I mean, that... that part.
What are you doing?
I'm giving you half my cookie.
Why?
Make you feel better.
Jesus.
Guess what.
You're my favorite student.
Does that help?
Am I really
your favorite student?
It felt like
I didn't mean, like,
completely bald, by the way.
It's smart
what you do there too.
You kind of...
You kind of, you know...
I don't know.
Do you poof it up a little bit?
Give it a little zhuzh?
I'm glad you circled back
around and cleaned that up.
It certainly made me
feel better.
The dog's good,
but our real competition
is the hypno-toad.
- No, no.
- Yeah, I'm serious.
all the time.
- Hey.
- Hey.
I heard you were looking
for me at lunch.
Yeah, I can't talk right now.
Oh, okay.
I just got... okay.
Hello?
Sorry.
Um, I just took some medicine.
Wait. What's wrong?
Are you... are you sick?
No, I'm fine. I'm not. No.
Medicine. Like... like
an antidepressant, whatever.
They gave them to me
when my dad died.
I was only on them
for a month though.
People take them all the time.
It's totally normal.
Oh.
Does that make you think
I'm pathetic all of a sudden?
Oh, no. No, I think...
I think you're
perfectly fine. Seriously.
Hey, do you have...
Do you have a swimming pool?
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