All Cheerleaders Die Page #4

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Uh... I don't even...

It's supposed to be cold

in there, right?

Manny...

Oh, hey, Hanna.

Come with me.

No, I got trig.

I gotta go.

But, Martha asked me

to bring you to her.

- Where is she?

- The sticks.

Said she wanted

to see you in private.

- Really? - But I'll just tell her

you've got trigonometry.

What? No.

Are you serious?

Uh.

Martha?

How could you do it?

How could you have sex...

With my sister.

She's my girlfriend.

No, I'm your girlfriend.

Um, I can't miss class for whatever

this is, Hanna, so why don't you...

No, you stop right there,

Mr. Man.

Hanna, you're a...

You're a sweet kid.

But, you don't need to

be like your sister.

I love her,

but everybody hates it

when she pulls that

prissy, bossy bullshit.

Ahhh!

Close your eyes.

F***!

Sh*t, Maddy,

my stones are gone.

Somebody stole them.

Do you think it was Terry?

Well, who else?

- You okay?

- No. I'm sluggish.

- And that sucks.

- It's okay, you just need blood.

Leena.

Here, drink from me.

Come on. Let's find the others

and get out of here.

- Practice time, b*tches.

- What?

We're not slacking on my

watch, big game Friday night.

Okay, did you feed again?

No, you said not to.

I'm a team player.

Somebody did and...

- Terry stole my stones.

- Okay, enough already.

B*tches and I got work to do.

Come on, Mads.

You've seen Vik?

- No.

What about Manny?

- No, not since lunch.

- You thinking what I'm thinking, boss?

- What are you thinking, Shank?

That voodoo dyke and her

b*tches are picking us dogs off.

One by one.

B*tches glowing like

Lite-Brites and sh*t. You saw it.

Look, I've been

thinking a lot.

About borrowing

your sister's clothes?

Don't be

an a**hole, Vik.

No, f*** you guys. -You're being

a p*ssy. That's what you're being.

- Find yourself a new quarterback.

- You're being a p*ssy.

- F*** you.

- P*ssy.

You think

I'm gonna let you quit?

Hey, Dad. Me and the b*tches, the girls,

um, we are going to be staying

at Maddy's house tonight,

because we have

a whole lot of cheers

that we have to go over

and practice and everything.

So, I guess we'll be seeing

you tomorrow.

Uh, don't work too hard. We

love you. Okay, bye, Dad. Bye.

So, I just have to do

this all the time now.

- Where did you get that?

- None of your beeswax.

Can I use it a minute?

I'm just gonna keep

killing innocent people.

Am I the only one

that gives a sh*t about that.

- Come on, Martha, I need to check Facebook.

- No.

You don't have to kill,

we can do it this way.

- Martha!

- Leave me alone!

Martha, chill!

Tracy, you can use

my computer.

Hanna, Leena, look after these

b*tches. I gotta go take a shower.

We're family now. Like

it or not, families fight.

Yeah, well, I don't really

need a family, so...

Well, what if

we need you, Maddy?

Goddamn, boss.

Taking it to the next level.

Let's get Vik.

Why do you have Manny's phone?

Because Manny was a jerk.

You should see

what these texts say about me.

Okay, what do you mean

he was a jerk?

What do you think I mean?

You shouldn't have

done that, Martha.

Shut up, Leena.

You don't even know me.

Oh!

Hanna, no. Wait. You need

blood, you're weak right now.

Okay, Hanna is a little

weakling. That's me.

- No, I wasn't saying that.

- F*** off, witch.

God!

Sorry, Leena. I just need

to be alone, okay?

- I have to go.

Hanna!

Bonus,

K- Mads keeps a video diary.

Vik's gone, his bike's gone.

I told you he'd

queef and run.

The hard part is going to be, pretending

that I actually like those dumb b*tches.

Like that dipshit, Tracy.

Acts like she's all sad but

then, jumps on Terry's jock

before Alexis is even in

the ground. That's classy.

And Terry.

Mr. big bad wolf himself.

I'm gonna ruin your perfect

little senior year, dog.

But, right now. I have to go and

paint my face up like those whores.

So, uh...

Maddy Killian, out!

Tracy.

Tracy, that was like a week

ago. I didn't know you then.

I'm taking Larry's car.

No, we have to stay together.

I'm not asking.

Give me a ride.

You don't let me borrow

your phone

but, you expect me

to give your ass a ride?

- No, no. You have to listen.

- Cassie Decker.

Is that true?

- Wait.

- No!

I thought you were being nice

to me because you liked me.

This is all your fault.

Tracy, wait.

You can use my phone.

What did he do to you?

Tracy!

Tracy!

After Lexi died...

I felt like I needed

to do something nice for her.

So, I started to make her

a tribute video.

I wanted to interview

all of her friends.

Terry always seemed

kind of pompous, but...

All of a sudden,

he was just a regular guy.

I felt sorry for him.

That's why I didn't think twice

about going to his place to talk.

Martha?

Just kinda laughed it off

at first.

I said no thanks.

Then his eyes changed.

How could someone like me

turn him down.

Grab her!

Grab her! The other side!

Punched me in the stomach.

And then he...

I think you need to say it.

He raped me.

Hanna!

She's got me, boss.

She's got me.

You killed Hanna!

- Just forget about them.

- Leena, they're our friends.

Martha! Tracy!

You need blood, you're

not strong enough for this.

- Maddy, are you okay?

- What did you guys do?

What are you talking about?

I didn't do anything. I'm not

with Terry, I came here for you.

I don't need you

to rescue me, Vik.

Maddy! No, no!

Let her go.

Whoo!

I can't move.

I never understood why you

had the hots for her, Viky.

Till I f***ed her,

this summer.

She puts up a good fight.

Who are you, man?

I'm your best friend, bud.

I broke her in for you

and everything.

Vik?

Hey, Vik,

I need your help.

Yeah.

Oh, you are

such a little b*tch, Vik.

I owe it to you, too, cuz.

You want her?

Come and get her.

You girls got your

seatbelts on?

Oh!

Whoa!

Tastes like jellybeans.

I'm like the Cookie Monster

up in this b*tch.

Oh, I hope that sh*t

was gluten free.

Come on, b*tches.

Terry!

- Maddy!

I don't know

but I've been told

Killing pussies,

going home

Mad, we have to

do this together!

Whoa!

Maddy! Maddy!

Maddy!

No!

Oh, my God!

Terry!

No, no, no, no.

Maddy!

Come on, Leena.

We gotta talk.

You're gonna tell me

how to use these.

She just died, didn't she?

Again.

Trap must've ripped

that stone right out of her.

And you feel it.

Is that it?

But I feel f***ing great.

Why is that?

Because you're an interloper.

- Like a free agent?

- More like a leech.

I'm so sorry.

What can I do with these?

You wanna show me?

Or...

I can see what happens...

When I carve that one

out of your throat.

No.

- It's your call.

- No, you...

Holy sh*t!

I've never done that before.

Ah!

This is a new

and improved Terry.

Oh, it's gonna be a hell

of a season thanks to you.

You know, I never did get

a straight answer on that.

Girlfriend?

Ex-girlfriend?

Girlfriend, b*tch!

No!

No!

No!

Ah, no!

Maddy!

No, no!

No! No!

No! You're not leaving me.

I won't let you go.

Crazy wicca bullshit.

Leena!

Oh, sh*t!

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