The Edge of Seventeen Page #3
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?
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?
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?
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