It`s like a huge hole has been punched through my chest...
— How old are you?
— Seventeen.
— How long have you been seventeen?
— A while…
Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does.
No one will surrender tonight, but I won't give in. I know what I want.
— I only said it'd be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't wanna be.
— What does that mean?
— It means if you were smart, you'd stay away from me.
— Hey, you're from Arizona, right?
— Yeah.
— Aren't people from Arizona supposed to be, like, really tan?
— Yeah. Maybe that's why they kicked me out.
— I can't dance.
— Well, I could always make you.
— I'm not scared of you.
— Well, you really shouldn't have said that.