You need to release some tension. All your anxious bullshit is fucking up my chi." This isn't a joke!" I snapped. "I could go to prison." No you could...'t. You're fifteen." Well I could go to juvenile hall!" You're really overreacting, dude." Don't you get it? I! Can't! Do! This! Derek walked through the gate behind us and approached me. He set down the bucket he carried, and then slapped me across the face. He hit me pretty hard, causing me to stumble."Get your shit together," he said. "I think. He turned and sat back on the couch. She sat next to him and stared at his face between his hands. ‘Here,’ she said as she poured him more wine. He took it and drank more. They sat in silence for quite a few minutes, drinking and trying to think of what to say. ‘Why were you angry?’ he asked suddenly. ‘What?’ He finally looked at her again. ‘Why were you so angry when I said I was a priest?’ She sighed and searched for a way to avoid the truth. ‘Allison. Please.’ She felt trapped and wanted. .I was just going to look around briefly. Someclothes on the bed. He wouldn't keep clean clothes on his bed, wouldhe? No, unless he was really strange. So they must be dirtyclothes. Hmmm. There's his Pearl Jam shirt. I lifted it up andsmelled it. Kind of sweaty but not too bad. Then a noise at thedoor. My heart stopped. I dropped the shirt and quickly ran outinto the hallway, fully expecting to see Dan walking in. But nosound. I went out to the living room and opened the front. Yeah. This is the first day for this outfit. Like it?” Desi said, relaxing as she sat to eat.“Is that even legal in school?” Beca asked.“School dress code allows personal expression in mode of dress as long as certain basic forms of decency are adhered to,” Desi said as if quoting the student manual. “Mr. Danielson tried to send me to the office and I was admitted directly back into class without a reprimand. I am completely covered from well above my nipples to mid-thigh. According to the.