You tell her exactly, what I said to you, isn't it?
You understood this?
I understood. I'm not stupid.
Hello...
Good day. Can I talk to Julie, please?
You are speaking to.
Well... you don't know me.
I'm calling on behalf of a boy who loves you.
He would like to know if you have someone
you want to go out at college.
Is this a joke?
No... it's not a joke.
Just tell me if you are in love with someone.
Who's the boy?
That's something, I can't tell you.
But answer me.
No... I do not even know you.
That does not matter, don't worry. Well... are you in love with someone?
Wait.. you do not want me to read to you my diary to entertain you?
Who's the boy?
Is it Antoine?
No. But I will not tell you it anyway.
But no... it's not Antoine.
Is it Hugo then?
Neither he.
It's... Jonathan... Jonathan Velásquese,
Who is in the class of my brother?
What do I say?
Are you stupid or what?
Say that someone is just ringing at the door, and you hang up.
Don't you think, that's stupid?
Say it!
Excuse me, there's someone ringing at the door.
I must leave you.
Okay...
Ah... you hurt me!
So... you're a dog!
You are crazy!!
Go fuck your mother, whore!
If there are people who spend their lives to try to find the right person...
I, at thirteen, had chosen.
It would be Julie and it would be nobody else.
I had aimed very high. She was the favorite of most college boys.
And for me, as for others, she was the most inaccessible.
Everyone was wondering if he had a chance with her.
And I knew where to find the answer.
I still had not the courage to speak to him.
But I had one last hope.
In three days, Julie was organizing a boom for his birthday.
I was not invited to the party, but Julie had a brother, Charles, called 'The Redhead.'
He has the right to invite whom he wants and we has been very good friends...
Well... the first three weeks of classes...
I know you have it...
In october, I accused him of stealing my calculator.
It's not like your parents that they have a lega case. So, we're going.
Fuck you, old man!
What did you do?
Shut up!
Then, great lord, I had forgiven him.
But the question was whether he had digested what had happened.
I was very unlikely to be part of the guest list.
But fortunately, a detail played in my favor.
Charles, who was a very lonely person,
had no other friends than me this year.
Here!
No thanks.
I don't use it anyway.
No, it's not worth it. Thank you.
Take it.
Oh well... thank you.
Yesterday, I saw your mother at the supermarket...
So... you got a new boyfriend?
Fuck off poor bitch!
Asshole.
Do not talk about my mother like that!
She's so ugly. What is she ugly!
Sorry, I was with my mother.
It is not serious. I have to go anyway.
Are you already going?
Yes, I have to.
But wait... I just arrived.
There's my mother waiting for me.
But I invited you. Anyway, you could stay.
See you next time.
Hi.
Everything okay?
Yes.
Charles is not here.
Ah, good.
But no...
Do you mind if I wait for him here?
At least do you know what time he's coming home?
He's coming here.
Okay... if you want to...
Go on, go!
Wait, wait, wait...
How are you?
Evrything fine?
I explain it to you.
You swear me not telling anyone, if I tell you something?
Go on, if you want to.
Did your sister not tell you that she has lost her diary?
No.
Are you sure?
Don't know. Why...? Did you take it?
Yes, I stole it.
Seriously?
Is this your room?
Yes.
Is the diary yours?
No.
You know, I did not open it. I don't know what's inside.
I don't care, it's not mine. Do what you want.
I know it is not yours. I said it for your sister.
I did not open it, so I don't know what's inside
Fuck, come on!!