"What are you doin' here?" Diaz asked.
"Well, uh," Dollface said, absently searching the sky. It was grey and bright, the kind that would eventually hurt her eyes, "Walkin' home, I guess?"
Diaz stared at her, "What?"
"You really do say that a lot, don'cha?"
Diaz sighed, "I barely know you, and I know somethin' up."
"Well, it ain't." Dollface said, "So there."
He watched her saunter past, thinking of what to say.
"What happened last night?"
"None ya business." She said, not even turning back to see him.
"Look, I'm just concerned." He said, "I kinda expected to see ya."
"What?" Dollface stopped and looked at him.
"Well, kinda, but not really," Diaz said, looking very uncomfortable, "It's really hard to explain."
"Explain then." She demanded, trying not to meet his eyes.
"I sometimes get this weird feeling, kay?" Diaz said.
Dollface glared at him, "That's not an answer."
"I'm sorry." he said. He looked defeated, puppy dog eyes watching the cement. "Be careful. Some nutjob's on the loose."
"You ain't m'daddy." she said, turning away and walking to her dorm.
Who cared if a few cars got gored? Dollface wasn't a car...
…"Hey Theresa?" Dollface asked, sitting in her pj's cross legged on her bed, "Can ya do m'hair?"
"What?" Theresa asked, looking around the room, hair full of curlers. The other two girls stared at Dollface.
"Well, ya see…" Dollface started, looking at the stars on her bedsheets, then the purple socks on her feet. She counted the thin white stripes on them in German, then started counting stars on her sheets.
"Why?" the twelve year old asked like she was Jefferee Star's dog groomer and being asked to groom a mutt found in a town dump's food waste section.
"Well, I was thinking about gettin' a real perm, an' I wanted t'know if I would look good with curls, an' I thought since I just got outta th'shower an' since y'know how t'do it…"
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
Dollface looked up, eyes brightening, "Thank ya so much!"
"C'mon, I'll get the definer and the straws ready."