Wise move, Frankie. Go play with Robby. No play with Clarissa.
Seriously, what a pain? How could anyone go out with her, she's so annoying and bossy and ew. This was a really good chapter, loving the writing and Frank's slow descent into non-Frankness (although maybe it might be a bit too slow, I mean, way to draw it out, me wanting some Gerard already, you know what I'm saying?) and stuff. Yes. Very good.
SF