QUOTE : Yeah, please,” Clarissa said. She started sobbing, really sobbing, the second that Diana touched her. For a moment, Diana couldn’t wrap her head around why—Clarissa hated her parents—but it didn’t matter. Clarissa took off her sunglasses and wiped her face. “What are you crying for?” she asked Diana. “What?” Diana asked. She was crying? She felt her cheeks, and yeah, she was. For the first time in months, she was. “Oh, duh,” Clarissa said, slapping herself on the head. “I can’t believe I forgot.” Diana sat on the ground, wiping her face, trying not to sob. “Me neither,” she said. Clarissa glanced over at the boys. “Want me to beat up those kids and steal their drugs?” Diana laughed a little bit, but then shook her head, and started bawling. “Dude.” Clarissa sat next to Diana. “We gotta do this more often.” — On their walk back to the school, long after the first bell, they agreed to quit doing “their garage thing,” and Clarissa seemed relieved, which surprised Diana.