Wild Cherry Page #4

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would wanna kiss me back.

Wanna do it again?

Where are you going

to school next year?

Arizona.

Nowhere near New York?

No, no, no, no, no.

Okay.

Okay.

That feels

good. Really.

Oh! Oh.

What?

You really got

a hold of me there.

Don't you think maybe we should,

you know, we should slow down

or maybe go on a date first or

something like other people do?

Franklin?

Yeah.

Let's not make this

more than it is.

Yeah. Um...

C'mon.

No.

What?

Maybe I should just, uh...

Come on, look.

I mean, you're the one

who wanted to do this.

Not like this though.

I'm sorry.

If you tell anyone,

I'll kick your ass.

Great, Chase.

Real nice!

Dad, it's ten to seven,

what are you doing?

I'll give you three guesses.

Rhymes with "maving."

You need in here?

No. Aren't you supposed to be at U

uncle Jack's watching the fight?

It's just the prelims.

The big fight doesn't start until ten.

But sometimes those

are the best ones.

Since when have you become

such a big fight fan?

I just don't want

you to miss it.

You okay?

Yes! I'm fine.

Did you, uh, get those

brochures I left in your room?

Dad, will you stop giving me those?

I'm not going.

Hey, those are all

good schools.

And they're very close to here and

they have excellent French programs.

Every bit as good as that

Sorbonne school you wanna go to.

Dad, I'm going to Paris.

I'm staying with mom. End of discussion.

After college. Or after you get

your master's degree, even better.

Would ya look at that?

Can't believe you

fell for that again.

What are you doing tonight?

Nothing special.

We did it in her, uh, in her bedroom,

right next to her parents' room.

In a cornfield.

We did it in his mom's

living room on the couch.

I actually didn't

make love, yet.

Locker rooms, yeah.

On the bed. It's the first time, you

know, so you start off a little slow.

It's none of your

f***ing business.

It happened in the sink of a

guy's bathroom after a game.

I told him to bring protection,

he actually wore a helmet.

Anyway, a minute and a half later,

he was my first. I got him in.

Sorry, in what?

The book. The boys won the championship that year.

Are we done? I gotta go.

Um, hey, what book

are you talking about?

You know what book. I mean, you are

the girls who are still in it.

No check marks next to your names,

letting down the entire team, yeah.

Hey, look, just because you're

sleeping with the entire team

gives you no right to judge

my friends and I, okay?

Yeah, well, maybe if you stopped hiding

behind that camera you'd actually get some.

You b*tch!

Chase, stop.

Why do you care

so much, anyway?

My cheerleading season ends

when football season ends.

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