There are worse things I could do than go with a boy or two.Even though the neighbourhood thinks I'm trashy and no good.I suppose it could be true, but there are worse things I could do.I could flirt with all the guys; smile at them and bat my eyes, press against them when we dance, make them think they stand a chance then refuse to see it through.That's a thing I'd never do.I could stay home every night, wait around for Mr. Right.Take cold showers everyday and throw my life away on a dream that won't come true.I could hurt someone like me out of spite or jealousy.I don't steal and I don't lie, but I can feel and I can cry.A fact I'll bet you never knew, but to cry in front of you--that's the worst thing I could do.