Brain: You don’t want this.
Hormones: Dude, this is EXACTLY what I want.
B: No, not like this—she's wasted.
H: What's your point?
B: She won't remember this, and if she does, she'll be angry.
H: Do you see where her hand is? God, that feels good. Can't you feel that?
B: She's drunk. You can't do this. It's wrong
H: I want to do this.
B: Really? You want to go to school and say you scored with Bethany Milbury when she was so drunk she barely knew her name?
H:
H:
H: You're an asshole. I hate you.
B: She needs to eat something and drink some water. Don't let her drink anymore beer.
H:
H: Yeah, I know
B: She'll love you for taking care of her. She'll love that you respected her.
H: Five more minutes? Just five?
B: Now.
H: I can't believe you're making me do this.

Author: Laurie Halse Anderson

Brain: You don’t want this.<br />Hormones: Dude, this is EXACTLY what I want.<br />B: No, not like this—she's wasted.<br />H: What's your point?<br />B: She won't remember this, and if she does, she'll be angry.<br />H: Do you see where her hand is? God, that feels good. Can't you feel that?<br />B: She's drunk. You can't do this. It's wrong<br />H: I want to do this.<br />B: Really? You want to go to school and say you scored with Bethany Milbury when she was so drunk she barely knew her name?<br />H:<br />H:<br />H: You're an asshole. I hate you.<br />B: She needs to eat something and drink some water. Don't let her drink anymore beer.<br />H:<br />H: Yeah, I know<br />B: She'll love you for taking care of her. She'll love that you respected her.<br />H: Five more minutes? Just five?<br />B: Now.<br />H: I can't believe you're making me do this. - Laurie Halse Anderson

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