First Girl I Loved Page #6

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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.

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