"What will our parents think?" "They'll be pissed, of course... But, Jacob, I don't care. I don't care about what they have to say about it". "You should. They aren't going to allow it, Chresanto. They'll keep us from seeing each other". "Not if they don't find out. We'll keep it to ourselves. Just you and me. Nothing can go wrong, right?" "Right". It hurt to know that we were both wrong.