All Cheerleaders Die Page #2

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We're practically neighbors.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

Thanks, Mads.

No problem.

Get some sleep. You wanna look

hot for the rally, tomorrow.

That's right, b*tch.

What do you think my chances

are tonight with Martha?

The chances of you striking

out? Pretty goddamn good.

Come on, man.

It's rally night.

- Something could happen.

- She even let you smell it?

Hey, guys.

I snagged a couple of bottles of kank

out of my dad's garage last night.

- Sh*t, you guys smoke?

- Enough to kill a horse, yo.

Do we keep this party

exclusive enough?

Yo, if we ain't hung the f***

over for the first day tomorrow.

We just ain't dogs. Woof!

Terry?

Hey, man.

You mind not slamming every

single weight down like that?

It's a weight room.

Get over it.

Whatever, dude.

So, you really think

I did good tonight?

Are you kidding?

You are a natural, okay?

It's a rush, huh? Getting the

whole school fired up like that?

It's real fun.

Need another brew, Manny?

- Oh!

- What's that, it sprayed in my mouth.

Hi.

- How are you doing?

- Good.

I got a...

Ooh!

Don't mention it.

Hey, Tracy.

Do you know where Terry is?

He wasn't at the rally

and he's not answering me.

Probably eating dick

somewhere.

Wait, what?

What's going on?

I'm gonna go get a drink.

That's what's going on. Want one?

Yeah.

So, uh, do you know what's up?

Well, that's between

Terry and Tracy.

You sure?

What do you mean?

Oh, I don't know.

Nothing.

But, I'm glad you're hanging

out with us, tonight. It's cool.

What are those?

- You'll just make fun of me.

- No, I wouldn't.

These stones put out special

energy, all I'm doing is focusing it.

On what?

- Protecting someone.

- Who?

- Oh. - Look, Hanna. I'm

kinda doing my own thing here.

Okay, sorry.

Hanna?

Come on, I'll show you.

Okay.

This is you.

This is somebody close to you.

This is somebody

close to them.

Does this sound right to you?

What do I do now?

Uh...

Clear your mind

and focus on what you want.

Anything I want?

As long as you're prepared

to deal with the consequences.

Consequences like what?

Okay. Say um, the mother

of a soldier makes a wish

that she wants her son

back from the war.

And she gets her wish.

But, her son comes back

in a body bag.

Consequences.

Exactly, so...

- You think I should text Terry?

- No.

It's not like him to bail on a

rally, he lives for this sh*t.

- Cassie Decker.

- F***er.

Gee.

Oh, my God!

- Come here.

- What?

Just, come here.

- What?

- Why are you so nice to me?

Uh...

It's kinda new to me.

Is it okay?

- What's wrong?

- F*** off.

Leena!

Manny! Come here! I need

to talk to you for a second.

Yeah.

Threesome, bro.

...she's really, really

pissed of...

What's up, brother?

- What's left to drink.

- Uh, we've still got a few beers left.

- Do I look like I want a beer?

- No, man.

Oh, there he is, yo. I haven't

seen you in forever, dog. Oh, yo.

Give the man

a swig, yo.

Hey, you want some smoke?

- Oh, okay.

- No, no, no. Not you, man.

Give me a smoke.

No, you can't

have any, dude.

Goddamn, Manny.

Give me a f***ing hit.

You good, man?

You want to waste your senior

year chasing a Jesus freak

who's never gonna put out?

That's fine with me, cuz.

What?

But, if that's how it's

going to be, Manchester,

your ass is going to be

warming the bench all season.

Mmm. My dogs!

I've been thinking. If we're

gonna go all the way, this year.

We gotta shake things up. So,

I'm instituting a new team rule.

No fraternizing

with cheerleaders.

Effective immediately.

It's good enough for the NFL. It's

good enough for Blackfoot f***ing high.

Come on, fellas.

Sack up.

You're gonna realize,

I'm doing you a favor.

There's a whole world

of p*ssy out there.

Drama chicks.

- Stoners.

- Mmm.

Goths, smart b*tches.

Hell, even fat b*tches

got their charms, brothers.

And tomorrow,

first day of school...

You're eyes are gonna be open

to a f***ing gold mine.

Just waiting there.

Freshmen.

You ain't gonna remember

that c*nt's name

when your balls deep

in a puppy

that was blowing bubbles in

the eighth grade, last spring.

F***ing A, boss.

That's what I'm talking about.

- All right, girls, we're leaving.

Hell, yeah.

Grab me that smoke.

You're gonna let him talk to

your b*tches like that, Tracy.

This will stop,

right f***ing now. Go!

- Go.

- You know...

Tracy.

I'm not gonna say

you have a small dick, Terry.

'Cause that would

just be predictable.

I mean, it's not big,

and that's fine.

But for the sake

of the puppies,

I just wanna make sure

you know how to use it.

Three people in my 17 years

have made me come.

Myself, of course.

This really sweet boy at summer

camp the summer after freshmen year.

Lovely fingers on that boy.

And then, not 10 minutes ago,

I got my freaking socks

rocked off by Maddy.

But, never... by you, Terry.

So, you don't wanna hang

with us, this year?

Well, freaking fine with me.

No, no, no, no.

You can have the puppies.

We'll find us

some college dogs.

- Get her out of here.

- F*** you.

Is a big tough guy like you scared

of a sweet little thing like me.

What do you think, Maddy?

Do you think I hurt Mr. Tiny

Peepee's little feelings?

Oh, are you

gonna cry, Terry?

Huh? Are you gonna cry?

Oh, my goodness! Tracy! Are you okay?

You can kiss your precious

football season, goodbye, Terry.

Which one of you

is gonna kick his ass?

You f***ing pussies!

He punched Tracy.

He hit a f***ing girl.

Manny?

Manny, do something!

You a**hole!

Do something!

Oh, my God.

I'm calling the cops.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Give it back! Give it back!

Hey! Hey, Terry, Terry!

Are you f***ing stupid?

We should go.

You f***!

What are you doing?

What the f***

are we doing, huh?

- You gotta stop.

- You worry too much, Vik.

Come on, you're kidding me.

Go!

What the f***

are you doing?

Oh, my God!

Martha, you need to slow down.

F***.

There.

Oh!

Come on, come on.

We gotta get them out.

Come on, come on!

We gotta get 'em out.

Oh, God!

What are you doing, man?

- You can't pull them out.

- We gotta get 'em out.

They're gonna drown.

Let go of me!

Let's get in the car.

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

Maddy!

Maddy!

God!

Maddy! Maddy!

Maddy!

Maddy!

No!

Don't die!

Don't die!

Come back to me, please.

Maddy!

Maddy!

What are you doing?

Oh, sh*t!

What happened last night?

The girls, they're okay?

Jesus!

You don't feel

anything about this?

Is it our fault,

chicks can't drive for sh*t?

F***, Tracy.

Oh, crazy f***ing dream.

Well, you killed Madeline.

Who's Madeline?

Who's Madeline?

Ugh, what are we doing here?

No way!

Oh, dude, your cheek.

No, other cheek.

Ah, don't touch it.

Wait, did I break up

with Terry?

He punched you

in the face.

Oh, no, no, no.

Tracy?

Oh, gross!

Oh, gross!

Martha?

- Martha?

- What?

Uh, she's...

I'm with...

We've kinda...

What is, uh, happening?

Where's my phone?

Where's my phone?

Hanna, if you could just shut

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