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ACT1 • SCENE 9

CHORUS: What if down the line, a few years later / No one knows except the both of us? / Must I honor your request for silence / Will you wash your hands clean of this?

Frankie heads to Nick’s room.

FRANKIE: Did you get my text?

A heavy sigh from Nick. He has. But it’s the last thing he wants to discuss right now.

NICK: I can’t deal with this right now. I’m sick.

FRANKIE: (scornful) Hungover. (frustrated) Don’t you have anything to say about what I texted you?

Nick sighs.

NICK: Shh. Mom’s mutant hearing. (quietly) Why did you even go over there?

FRANKIE: Did you see what happened, Nick?

NICK: Everyone was drunk, Frankie. Including Bella.

FRANKIE: But she was passed out. Right?

NICK: I’ve known Bella since the third grade. She’s always been dramatic.

FRANKIE: Are you saying you don’t believe her? Is this some kind of bro code shit?

NICK: You shouldn’t get involved with this.

FRANKIE: You like snow but only if it’s warm / You like rain but only if it’s dry / There’s no sentimental value to the rose / That fell on your floor / There’s no fundamental excuse / For the granted it’s taken for / ’Cause it’s easy not to / So much easier not to / And what goes around / Never comes around / To you

NICK: This has nothing to do with me. Or you.

FRANKIE: She wasn’t able to say yes. Why didn’t you look out for her?

NICK: Why am I expected to look out for everyone? You, Mom, Bella—I’m fucking sick of it!

Mary Jane enters.