"Let's get in my car." Francisca said. "We need to talk." They got in the car.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not sure how to say this."
"Are you seeing someone else?"
"No." "It's nothing like that." "I haven't been completely honest with you." "I am a senior like you think but not in college." "I'm a senior, in high school." "I'm seventeen."
"Funny." He said not believing her.
"I'm not joking." She took out her student ID and showed it to him.
"How could you not tell me that?" He said angrily.
"It's only an issue for five more months." "I'll be eighteen in August." "As long as we don't have sex, we're not doing anything wrong."
"I'm sorry Francisca, I can't do this."
"You need the sex that bad?"
"It has nothing to do with sex." "You lied to me."
"Only about my age." "My feelings for you are real."
"If this got out to the media, to my boss, it could ruin my career." "I really care about you, but I can't be here."
"No, please don't go."
"I'm sorry." He got out of the car, into his and drove away. Francisca broke down crying.