The Solitude of Prime Numbers Page #3

Come on, quick.

Don't be shy in front of me.

Have you ever kissed a boy?

I don't remember.

You've never been with anyone?

Have you?

Of course.

I used to play around,

but now I have a steady.

That guy who was in the bathroom

with you?

Yes, Giacomo.

That guy in the bathroom

is called Giacomo?

Yes, he and I are going steady.

Right.

How many tattoos do you have?

Three.

Look!

You should wear tight clothes

more often.

You're really pretty.

What do you think?

- Isn't it too showy?

- Listen...

It's my sister's birthday,

I want you to come over

wearing this.

- Maybe we'll find you a boyfriend.

- But...

I'll show you how to kiss a man.

I'll get you some shoes.

No, you should get 30%,

at least 30% before starting,

or don't do it at all.

Just trust me.

I'll organize it for you,

I have to go now.

Yes, I'd like to eat

if you don't mind.

Call you later, bye.

He bugs me during mealtimes.

Quit playing with your food,

eat now!

Eat!

Come on, eat.

- I want to get a tattoo.

- Huh?

- I want to get a tattoo.

- It's out of the question!

- A tattoo? Where?

- It's out of the question!

That's all she needs:

she's flat-chested,

dresses like a boy,

and now she wants a tattoo?

No such thing!

What kind of tattoo?

- A violet.

- A violet?

No! N-O!

No!

Lots of kids have them.

Sure, the slackers, morons,

and fools

who spend all day

roaming around the city.

- Viola has one too.

- Who is Viola?

- A friend.

- An airheaded friend!

People who have nothing to say

are the ones who get tattoos.

Losers, failures, and such.

You can't say that,

you don't know her.

And I don't want to know her.

- Maybe in a hidden spot.

- Like where?

Just eat.

A hidden spot?

Happy abstinence.

A tattoo, that's all we needed!

Nobody listens to me around here!

Least of all your mother!

You heard what the principal said?

See you at home.

Bye Mattia.

- Dani's coming to the party.

- Who?

Giacomo's friend.

Did you see how he looked at me?

- Come on, Viola.

- Not now. Bye.

I can't stand them!

- Hi.

- Hi.

Make up your mind,

you've seen all the boys.

I'll go to the party with you.

Sorry about last time,

I didn't mean to...

- No problem.

- I'm sorry.

- I said no problem.

- Okay. - Okay.

Let's go to class.

Him.

Him, who?

The guy down there.

- Let's go back.

- Where?

Aren't we going to class?

Yes.

The one with the bandage

or the fatso?

- The one with the bandage.

- Are you nuts?

Know what he did?

He stabbed himself with a knife

during class.

Didn't you know?

I kind of like him. Maybe.

A guy like that would chop you up

and throw you away.

Are you sure?

Fine, let's go.

- Let's go back.

- Why?

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