Nerve Page #5

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Okay. All right.

What?

Oh, excuse me, miss!

Did you move

my clothes in there?

Of course not.

This is not happening.

This is not happening.

Vee?

Vee?

Ian.

Hey.

Did you take my stuff? I mean,

my wallet, my clothes.

Everything's gone.

No, my stuff is gone, too.

No.

Okay, um...

No. No.

Come on, we have to

make a run for it.

Come on, let's go.

I am not shoplifting!

We don't have a choice.

Come on!

Okay, technically,

it just says

we have to leave the store.

Right?

Let's go.

Come on, come on!

Let's go!

Mmm...

Um...

Sorry, buddy, we need

to come through. Sorry.

Excuse me! Excuse me!

That's enough, that's enough.

Let's go, come on, come on.

Whoa, whoa, hey,

stop, stop, stop!

Please tell me

these are our clothes!

They kind of are.

Are these stolen?

Receipt.

We get to keep 'em?

All yours.

All right.

Hey, can I get the check?

Who paid for these?

Probably one of the watchers

with daddy's credit card.

What?

Look!

I'm sorry, was that

a Wu-tang reference?

Staten island, represent!

Okay.

Saint mark's, 10 minutes?

Hello.

Tommy, what

does Vee think she's doing?

Have you ever

parked a car in your life?

I got this, girl.

I have no idea, Syd.

Why are you asking me?

I'm not her boyfriend.

Well, who's this biker

she's teamed up with?

I have no clue.

She just ditched me.

She's doing what she apparently

thinks is best for herself.

Yeah, and what exactly is that?

Sydney! Syd!

Vee is in the top 10.

What?

She's in the top 10.

Tommy, Vee is in the top 10?

Yeah, I know.

How is that even possible?

How many watchers does she have?

Um... like 4,471.

How many do I have?

Uh... 6,806.

Oh, okay, I have a lot more.

Tommy, I really don't think

that Vee can handle this.

I'm actually

really worried about her.

Yeah, me, too.

So get your ass to

this party and help me, okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.

What happens if I bail?

You'd lose everything

you've already made.

My mom would kill me.

What do you wanna do?

Okay, just please no

fire-breathing dragons or knives.

No clowns.

Okay.

No snakes, no skeletons.

What about Panthers

and Tornados?

No!

No?

No!

Okay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What about this?

Just a tattoo of my dad.

He's gorgeous, honestly.

He's a nice-looking guy.

Ah... okay. I got a better idea.

Here we go. Here we go.

You're gonna draw it? No!

Vee, quiet. I gotta concentrate!

No! Let me see.

Back off.

'Kay.

Can you do something

like this, but less shitty?

Yes!

Yeah?

Right.

I'm laughing 'cause it's good.

You guys, come on!

Hey, you have to trust us.

That's the whole thing.

Gotta trust me.

And dirt beard.

Ow! Ow!

Okay. Okay.

Okay, you can stop.

I think you can stop. I think we're good.

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