Oh ehm I- ehm I’m sorry I g-guess. It’s not like ehm- it’s jsut a habit s-sorry, I-i’ll try.

Like what the hell are you even saying. Annuciate your words please. 

Someone actually slashed your tires? What’s wrong with this school?

There's a shitload wrong with it, trust me. Especially behind all the personalities half the people in this damn school are fakes.

Lying? I am not- I wasn’t… I really haven’t seen anything, I s-swear.

If you say so, jusr with all that stuttering I couldn't tell if you were scared or not. Cut that shit out, it's annyoing. 

Wow Ez, calm down. It are just tires, easy breasy to replace. Smoke some pot, drink a beer and all will be fine. Besides, who the fuck did you piss off enough for them to want to slash your tires?

I have a whole bunch of spares in the rtunk of the truck, but still, you can be pissed off at me just don't ruin my things. Who knows? Probably some stupid crackhead that got mad that I didn't give him his shit cause he didn't pay me. 

The real question is: what did you do to someone to make them slash your tyres?

I've done a lot of shit, so I mean I'm not surprised, but I'm still gonna kill someone for slashing them.

S-someone slashed your tires? That s-sucks. I ehm- I haven’t seen anyone aroud, s-sorry.

Yeah, someone did. I hope you're not lying cause you'd make your life a whole lot easier if you just told the truth, kid. 

Your voice is giving me a migraine. Please stop whining.

It’s not having a stick up my ass, it’s simply not wanting you all over me. Sorry if you’re not used to that.

I got a gig at the bar downtown Friday night, I’m actually really excited and it takes a lot to do that. Now to figure out what songs I wanna play.

I didn’t know you were into music, but congrats, man. Do you write your own songs?

I got a gig at the bar downtown Friday night, I’m actually really excited and it takes a lot to do that. Now to figure out what songs I wanna play.

That sounds like a personal problem to me. That sounds a lot better. [signs his name] Happy?

A personal problem? Yes, much. Don’t leave, they’ll know you haven’t reflected if you leave after two seconds of sitting down. [takes the paper from him, writing on it] When you give it in, at least pretend you’re sorry, yeah?

Its not being gross, Daisy. Being gross would be getting up all in your space like this. 

I’m being serious, creep. I think I actually preferred you gawking at my sisters.