Jack:
Miss Marquez, I was thinking that maybe if you didn't have anything to do, you might want to go to the dance with me. It'd be really, really fun.
Miss Marquez:
Oh, Jackie.
Jack:
So you wanna go? My mom will drive us.
Miss Marquez:
Jack, you don't wanna go with me. I'm an old lady.
Jack:
That's why. That's why I wanna go with you. I can't go with the girls my age, because I look so much older than them. You look just like me.
[moves in quickly, kisses her on the lips and smiles nervously]
Miss Marquez:
[stunned]
Jackie. Jack. You are still a very young man, up here
[motions to his head]
Miss Marquez:
. I know I look closer to your age than the girls in class, you're right about that.
Jack:
So what time should my mom and I pick you up?
Miss Marquez:
[she becomes blunt]
Jack, you are my student, and I am your teacher. And teachers and students don't go to dances together. Do you understand that?
Jack:
[tearing up]
Please?
Miss Marquez:
No. I'm sorry honey. It just wouldn't be right.
[Jack begins to cry and runs out of the classroom]
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