Bad Kids Go to Hell Page #5

McDurst?

Megan's father.

And the city councilman

who drove the

ordinance against Rainwater?

And since mommy owns everyone's daddy,

what part did she play in all this? Hmm?

Jesus, Matt! Didn't you see the

sign outside? Who do you think

this library is named after?

The school gets a new library.

Our parents get guarantees

we graduate.

No matter what.

With honors, I'm sure. Still

think this is a coincidence?

I don't know. But man,

their parents are way bigger

douchebags than I thought!

At least they can afford to

keep us out of the joint.

Right. But your parents are still way

bigger douchebags than he thought.

God. As soon as I get out

of this f***ing hellhole,

I'm going to call my parole officer.

Oh my God! It's him! Craig?

Craig! No!

I'm not f***ing around!

I know this is a trick!

Then why do you have a gun?

Because he's scared!

Because he knows that this whole

f***ing place is cursed!

This place is not cursed! There

is no such thing as ghosts!

F***!

Help! Matt! Matt!

they gave the last full measure

of devotion. That we here highly

It's the storm messing

with the lights.

Shall not have died in

vain that this nation under God.

I'm way more impressed with that

Hologram-o thingy now.

Holy sh*t! Can we get the

f*** out of here please?

Mother f***er!

Whatever you are, whatever you

want, it wasn't me!

Alright, You want revenge?!

Go find my father! Go Kill him!

He's the one that made the deal

with the school! Not me!

Okay. You go find Tricia.

And I'll get Craig.

Oh!

He fell, He fell down the steps!

He fell down the steps!

You, you f***ing killed him!

No! He was shooting the gun. I

was trying to make him stop!

No! Please! Stop!

Please! I'm f***ing scared, man.

Of what? Ghosts? Ghosts?

Are you kidding me?!

The f***ing scariest thing at

this school is you!

Eeuuhh!

Okay. Tricia took some pills

that she had she's less, Tricia.

Good. 'Cause if I start

screaming, I don't need

some crazy b*tch screaming

over my screaming.

You seem pretty chill now.

Oh, no thanks!

Sorry I blew your cover. I'm

just, freakin' out and

Don't sweat it.

Bad news travels fast

at Crestview.

It took them a while to

kick you out.

You know about those aptitude tests that

they give the students at Crestview?

Twenty nine.

Thirty five.

But, that's a perfect score.

Yeah, I work on carburetors

and sh*t.

Hmm.

And apparently, the school's average

needed a little help this year.

By the way, your name was not on

the detention list this morning.

I thought

You thought you'd weasel your

way in here

and give everyone the finger.

And then what?

I don't know.

I don't know. It was pretty

dumb, I guess.

Yep.

Yeah not as dumb though

as ghosts and demons and

Indian curses.

But even if you don't believe in

ghosts and demons.

Just be careful.

Yeah, I'll make sure to keep any

accidents away from you.

I didn't know Clarks possessed

such strong leadership skills.

Yeah. I must be rising to

the occasion.

I know. I can feel it against

my thigh.

Oh sorry. I hate those

f***ing things.

I'm just scared and well

you wanna f***?

There's someone outside!

That's my mother's Town Car!

It's the Janitor!

Max?

Yeah.

Max! Max!

- Max!

- Max! Max!

Max!

Ahhhh.

Dude.

Wow, Jesus F***ing Christ!

Thirty four.

Thirty four?

The entrance exam. I scored

thirty-four.

Well done. You like to work on

carburetors for fun, too?

That's supposed to be funny,

right?! Because I don't even

know what a carburetor is! No

matter how hard I try,

my mother would never trust me

to do anything on my own.

All those people who work for

her, she treats them like

property. She treats me the

same way.

Where's Veronica?

I begged my mother to let

Rainwater keep his house.

I told her I could graduate

without this f***ing library.

Tricia! Where's Veronica?!

She just looked at me with

contempt.

You know what?

You and your mom sound like the

exact same person to me.

I have to leave, Matt.

No problem, I got it.

Hey! Could you um.

No!

No.

The paint bucket!

Oh Uh, No!

Tricia, these two are starting

to crack.

No one knows dick.

We're out of here in 6 months.

What's the problem?

Look! I got into Harvard by

myself. I don't need your

parents' donation to Crestview.

Or my parents' donation.

Or my parents for that matter.

Wow. And I thought

you were smart.

But really you're

just opinionated.

Thank you, Veronica.

You know I was thinking

Veronica. Office. Now!

Girls! Letters are here!

Whooo! Whooo! Letter!!!!

Tricia! Come on!!

Goodie! "Letters!"

Because nothing is more fun

than spelling sh*t. Seriously.

Guys! We say nothing.

We graduate. Go to college.

And move on with our kick ass

f***ing lives. Got it?!

Letters! Everybody!

The Letters!!!

You're "A" Darcy. "P" is for

you. There you go. And "E!"

Claire is Captain, Tricia!

So she is always in the center.

So she is always the big "C."

Everyone knows you're an "H."

I get my trust fund

after college.

I don't need this coming back

to bite me on the ass.

What do you want us to do?

Turn Tricia in?

I say we let Governor Wilkes do

what she does best:

Take money. Throw it at a

problem. Make it go away.

Or perhaps not. I heard her

mother kicked Tricia out.

And doesn't want her coming back

home even after the election.

Well, there you go. Even

"Attila the Hen" is sick

of Tricia's bullshit.

We've got our "get out of jail

free card." Let's use it!

F***ing man up, Craig. It's not

like the c*nt is going to

get the God damn electric chair.

And with her gone, I can keep

you company this summer.

Look, I'm not going to take you

guys down with me.

Go get Headmaster Nash. I'll

tell him everything,

and I'll clear your names.

It's my f***ing mess.

So I'll let my mother

deal with it.

Go! Before I change my mind.

Tricia! Drop those backpacks!

It never stops with that kid.

Hey!

My office!

So, was it stress? Or maybe

you were possessed

by a dead Indian? Or maybe

maybe I'm lying? Is that it,

Tricia? Am I lying?!

Why? You have a disc

of that too?

Yes! I did. I f***ing

dropped it.

It doesn't even matter.

Who would believe you?

Who would believe one word you

say? This is my school.

Everybody knows me.

And everybody loves me.

They would be on my

side because they

wouldn't know what

to do without me.

It's called influence. It's

called power. You don't have

enough of either for anyone

to believe you're right.

I don't need to be right.

I just don't need to know you.

Ahhh!

You piece of sh*t!

Don't talk to me like that!

You're undercrust!

Nobody talks to me like that!

Easy, Tricia!

Don't tell me what to do!

Nobody tells me what to do!

I'm not doing that. You can do

anything you want.

You're God damn right, I can.

ut Tricia if you kill him, it's

"Good bye, out-of-state college

condo" and "Hello, mommy's

guest house."

I mean, c'mon the scandal?

Your mom. Even if you

were acquitted, she'd never

let you out of her sight again.

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