Riding in Cars with Boys Page #3

You were beautif ul.

I told Bobby, 'You watch,

that girl's gonna be something.'

- That's what I said.

- I write my own stuff too.

- And I'm probably gonna go to NYU.

- I'm sorry.

But no, that's good. Wow.

Look, I know it's none of my business,

but why are you crying?

Because of this guy.

He said very personal stuff about me

in f ront of everyone.

But the poem was good.

I think it'll hit him on the way home.

Wait. Who is this guy?

Sky Barrister.

Oh, yeah. I know that a**hole.

I'll go tell him not

to say stuff about you.

He's very handsome,

so don't hit him in the face.

What is she still doing here?

She's blond, 26.

And who's that? I didn't invite him.

- Hey, Sky.

- What's going on?

Hit me. Right here.

No, man! Hit me right here!

No! Come on, hit me!

- My hand!

- Sky!

- See? He came in, I went down.

- It's broken!

- There goes the season!

- Come on. Come on!

Let's get him!

- Thanks, Tommy.

- See you Monday, Bev.

- Out of the way, Tommy!

- Go, go, go!

Get in the car!

- Let's go!

- Get in the car!

- I go down and...

- Get in the car!

- We forgot Tina!

- She's got her own car.

Tommy's car's blocking the way.

Go, Bobby!

- Bev, can you hop in f ront, please?

- All right.

This is Bobby's and my favorite spot.

Ray, take her. Come here, you.

- Bev, get in f ront with Ray.

- I'm going.

Come here, sweetie.

Come on, babe. You know

I'm heading out to basic. Please!

God, I'm gonna miss you so much.

Thanks.

Thanks for doing that

for me back there.

- Does your head hurt?

- No.

My father always said

that my head was like a rock.

He broke his hand twice on it.

What's in your chest?

What is this?

- It's Bev's dress. It's too big.

- Oh, sweetie.

It didn't look right on me.

- How come I never see you in school?

- I don't go.

- Don't your parents care?

- There's a lot of it!

My...

...pop, he got drunk and died fishing.

And Ma, she doesn't want me

hanging around my sister.

She thinks I'm bad like my brother.

So you're all alone.

You don't have anybody.

Well, there's Lizzard, he's a f riend.

And I got Bobby. He's like family.

- What you doing?

- Spelling my name in hickies.

Just your first name.

- Let's get you home.

- Stop!

- Oh, my knee!

- Are you okay?

I don't wanna go home yet.

But, I...

Listen. Don't.

Beverly, listen. You shouldn't get

mix ed up with me. I'm no good.

You were good to me.

Open your eyes.

Don't take them off of me.

Cool.

Don't. What are you doing?

- You better stop laughing.

- Leave me alone, Fay.

God bless you.

What is that?

What the heck is this?

- Bev, stop laughing. Give me my shoes.

- Ray. Ray!

- It's her father.

- I'm looking. I found one.

It's your father!

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