Bad Kids of Crestview Academy Page #4

Have fun, guys.

Here you go, yamoho.

Wink wink.

What's that?

Latin spice.

Oh, right.

You take the red cup

and I'll show you how deep

the rabbit hole goes.

Ethel, your friends

just flashed me one of these.

Gross.

Yeah, they were saying,

"hey, Mr. Nash..."

Put that away.

What?

Put it away.

You f***ing b*tch,

I'll kill you!

Not if I kill myself first!

Miss hess!

Who said that you could go

in this pool?

Oh, sh*t. Cover for me.

Yeah, go, I got it.

Enjoying yourself?

Are we on?

I can party.

You wanna prove that?

Hi. Enjoy the view.

It's...Crazy.

Hotheaded b*tch

needed to cool off.

- Cool off, b*tch!

- No, don't!

What, are you

all on the dope?

Ah!

Miss Jackson,

see you in detention.

What?

Detention!

First time for everything.

Ugh!

Everybody, let me show you how

the geisha will impress ya.

Come on now, let's go.

Not another pool incident!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Come on now, we're not...

Hey.

You look pissed.

Come on.

All right, all right, come on.

We don't want anyone to get hurt now.

We don't want anyone else

to get hurt around here.

How you doing? You ready?

Yeah, yeah, I'm ready!

Hoo. Okay...

Detention.

What is wrong with you people?

But immediately

after...

My car!

Your sister did anything

to get to the top.

She chose that moment to jump.

She didn't belong.

Under crust.

Bullshit.

These are the facts

as I see them.

But you know what?

Situation's changed.

We need to get out of here.

We're trapped.

It's a mouse trap.

We're mice.

You're a mouse...

And I'm a mouse.

This a bad time?

Yes. No. No!

What's up?

We broke into a room

that should help us.

Cool. Okay.

Why didn't

i think of this?

Good one, Richie.

It's pretty sweet, right?

So this is

the industrial arts room.

What is this stuff?

This is a Porsche.

It's a drill press,

a table saw, a Jigsaw...

This is a jacksaw!

Neato.

No, that's not, no.

That's a...Wrench.

Oh.

Well, then why do we even

have this stuff?

Don't we already pay people

to do it for us?

You're messing

with me, right?

All these tools

are so somebody can learn

how to fix your spare Porsche.

This place is dirty.

I've never been in here before.

Is that kitty litter?

Soaks up the oil.

What are you

looking for?

Mr. Jimmy has a torch in here

so he can teach basic welding.

How do you know this?

Because I know

where all the good stuff is.

You took industrial arts?

Yep...Shop.

We can't all depend on our

fake hair for career boost.

- This sh*t is real.

- Hey.

Is that it?

Oh, good eye, Sherlock.

What the heck is it doing

all the way up there?

I'll go.

Ah, its okay, I got it.

Woosh!

- What did you do?

- Nothing!

Sara, don't move!

Oh!

F*** this!

Faith, no!

I got this.

Faith!

Oh, my god, I'm gonna be sick.

Faith, there's gotta

be some reason...

Those other kids...

Now us!

All these damn roaches.

This place is cursed.

Those were accidents.

A lethal accident happens

every minute in America.

Not in the same place, moron.

Fine, maybe it is murder.

But what are we

gonna do about it?

We're trapped here.

We have a welding torch.

It may take a while, but...

We can cut

through the doors now.

Yeah.

It works.

Sweet.

Yeah.

It's gonna

take a while, though.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, no, no, no, no can do.

It's man's work.

Siouxsie, come with me.

Hell with that.

Siouxsie, it's the rules.

- What?

- Bathroom rules?

Spookyshit rules?

We don't go alone.

We can't trust Blaine.

What?

Is there something

you wanna tell me?

No!

Does it have to do

with my sister's murder?

Suicide.

And no.

Does it have anything

to do with Blaine?

That was stress.

Oh, sh*t, you.

Look, I told the cops

she was drunk.

She jumped.

You take the red cup

and I'll show you

how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Moron.

B*tch, please.

That's suicide, Alyson.

What are you thinking?

Siouxsie, you need to stop

getting in my way.

You f***ing b*tch,

I'll kill you!

Not if I kill myself first.

That was amazing.

What is this?

Where did

these come from?

It's cool, I got them.

Toast?

Toast.

Miss hess! Who said

you could go in this pool?

- She did.

- That girl.

Oh, sh*t. Cover for me.

Yeah, go, I got him.

Young lady, explain yourself.

Is that alcohol?

It's alcohol.

What happened?

I pushed her.

It's...Crazy.

Her shirt is wet

and her makeup is running.

'Cause she's in the pool.

I know she's in the pool!

Why would you do that?

Hotheaded b*tch

needed to cool off.

- What?

- Cool off, b*tch!

What, are you all on the dope?

I'm on drugs!

Bull!

Miss Jackson,

see you in detention.

What?

Detention!

First time for everything.

Argh!

You're the best. Come on.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Aly, come on we have to go.

Whoa.

I'm here to have fun

and take interviews,

and I'm all out of fun.

Come here.

Seniors 2015, b*tches!

Whoo!

The only thing that can stop Attila

the hen from winning is a scandal.

Wouldn't that be a shame.

We're gonna find me a scandal.

Hey...

Look who it is.

I got it from Erica.

Whoa.

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god, she jumped!

Oh, my god, she jumped!

Oh, she f***ing jumped!

- Help!

- My car!

Alyson was a b*tch.

I mean, she wouldn't stop

writing about our parents.

But...

I don't know. I feel...

No sh*t, you feel guilty.

You're a f***ing

murderer, faith!

That's not true.

And now Blaine's trying to kill all of us

so he can cover up his tracks.

No, he's not.

What?

My sister gets

into an accident

I... he, uh... he, uh...

He was trying to hook up

with your slutty sister.

Slutty?

He wouldn't...

No, sh*t.

Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

Damn. Fast b*tch.

Oh, Brian.

You look as bad as you smell.

Oh, f*** it.

I love this phone.

I can record

every lie you say

and immediately email it

to myself at the school.

That's so neat, Alyson.

That's great.

So what has your daddy

been up to lately?

I heard he's the next

Billy Graham

to a certain white house.

If she wins the nomination.

The only thing

that could stop

Attila the hen from winning

is a scandal.

Wouldn't that be a shame.

I gotta find me a scandal.

Hey...

Look who it is.

I'll take it from here, okay?

Did you like

how I treated my sister?

Beautiful.

Just like you asked.

Yeah.

I told you, family is never

as important as success.

So I have a little

success, then.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, cheers to that.

I'm good.

Okay, then...

We've already established

that your mother covered up

the Matt Clark

incident, but...

Whoa, cowboy.

Pfft. Sorry.

You just looked

a little stressed.

F*** that.

More like...F*** me,

we are way high up here.

Yeah. That's the idea!

We get high to relieve stress.

Get to know each other,

stop stressing over

parents and sh*t.

Stress. Know what I do

when I'm stressed?

What?

Sex.

You got to be...

Whoa.

I really think we should.

I'm...Really good.

I...

I wouldn't f*** you

with your mother's dick.

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god, she jumped!

Oh, my god, she jumped!

Help! She f***ing jumped!

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