Better Luck Tomorrow Page #2

At first it didn't matter

that I rarely saw

any playing time.

I was part of the team.

But like everything else

in life, you get sick of it.

At least it'll look good

on my college app.

Okay.

Ain't no party

like a Wildcat party

Ain't no party

like a Wildcat party.

Look at that ass.

Yeah. What's up, Ben?

Hey, Daric.

Hey, you got a sec?

I'm trying to finish up

this assignment.

Okay.

Cool.

So, Ben, how do you feel

about being a benchwarmer?

What?

Well, you don't get

to play much, right?

Yeah, but we all have

our roles on the team.

And what is your role?

I don't know.

I just hustle.

Well, then how come

you don't get to

play in the games?

Well, it's up to the coach.

Well, how do you feel

about being the token

Asian on a team?

What?

It's obvious to everyone

the only reason that

you're on the team

is for cosmetic ones.

That's bullshit.

I bust my ass

to be on this team.

But you never get to play.

So what?

I'm still on the team.

Well, your coach

could've picked anyone

he wanted to just

to sit on the bench.

Maybe you should

just ask him then.

Okay. Awesome.

Thanks, buddy.

Hey, Takeshi, can you, uh,

give me a few close-ups

and a couple wides?

Yeah, you got it.

Hi.

Is Stephanie home?

Hi.

Hey.

Stephanie, I just want

to apologize for...

Ben, I'm in

three honor classes,

and I have a 3.8 GPA.

I know and I'm sorry.

I couldn't find the traits

to phylum chordata in the book.

Um, it's not in the book.

It was in his lecture.

See? It was

last Tuesday's lecture.

...cells. This one is

more of a non-sexual

cell division.

Right. Okay.

And that's when mitosis happens...

That was one, anaphase?

Anaphase.

And then metaphase,

interphase and prophase.

You got it.

Yes. Okay.

I think you're right.

Let me just make sure.

When I'm right, I'm right.

You're right.

Hello?

Hey, Steve-o.

Oh, Ben and I are working

on our bio homework.

Yes, I'm sure.

Can you hold on a minute?

I'll be right back.

Yeah. What?

Do you want something to drink?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

It's getting pretty late.

But we haven't gone

through meiosis yet.

Well, I could stay.

Thanks.

Uh, okay. Meiosis.

Hey, Ben.

Be there for you, man,

every game.

We want Ben! We want Ben!

We want Ben!

Daric ended up writing

an article about me.

He even won some kind

of journalism award for it.

It was some bullshit article

about affirmative action

in school sports

to rile everyone up.

We want Ben! We want Ben!

But I had to give it to him...

The article worked.

If anyone at school didn't know

what affirmative action was,

they did now.

Aw sh... Ben, Ben, get in.

Go on. Get the f*** in there.

Yeah!

Math or verbal?

What the f*** do you want?

So how does it feel

to be famous?

Come on.

Why'd you quit the team?

I was doing my job.

You call that piece-of-sh*t

article journalism?

You didn't even interview

my coach for his views.

I did.

He, uh, didn't say

what I wanted him to,

so I didn't put it in the story.

F***ing prick.

It's just an article.

If you really liked

what you were doing,

you should have

just kept on playing.

And have everybody think

I'm on the team

because I'm some token player?

Who cares

what other people think?

Oh, yeah?

Well, people also think

that you gave Mr. Reid head

to be the editor

of the school paper.

Well, I still am the editor.

God. F*** off.

You know this is all bullshit, right?

It's just a game.

People like you and me,

we don't have to play

by the rules.

We can make our own.

Do this by tomorrow,

you get a fifty.

What?

Hey, I don't just ask anyone

to do this.

Cheat sheets?

It's easy money.

Ben,

it's easier than f***.

It's better than

this sorry-ass job.

See you tomorrow.

Hey, Ben.

Hey.

Uh, I'm getting my Diet Coke.

You guys want anything?

Uh, yeah.

Give me a root beer float to go.

I got it.

Trig?

Uh, yeah.

Excuse me.

There's no smoking

allowed in this cafe.

California state law.

Sorry.

Can't wait till I get out.

What are you majoring in

in college?

Bio.

Doing any internships?

No.

I know some people.

I'll give them a call.

Cool.

You like Steph.

What?

You want to take her

to the winter formal?

Isn't that your job?

I don't get into

all that bullshit.

Why, you a fag or something?

What do you think?

Hey.

Thanks.

Thanks, honey.

Okay. Okay, I'll

see you soon?

Okay. Which species

should we start with?

Um, I was... thinking

about the, uh, Chapter Eight.

Temerity. Noun.

"Unwise boldness;

rash or reckless behavior."

Oh-oh.

Nice.

Good job.

Oh, sh*t. Sorry, dude.

Hey, man. What's going on?

Popcorn?

So how much did we actually

earn last year at the car wash?

Like $400 and something.

So that's only like $400.

We only got that

one day to do it, so....

Uh, you guys mind

if we have a moment?

Uh, me and Ben?

Oh.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, but we got

to talk about this.

Sure. Thanks.

What's up?

Hey.

Oh. Sweet.

Aren't you gonna check it?

Nah. I trust you.

Get going?

Yeah.

All right?

Academic decathlon was huge.

The most prized entry

on a college application.

This was not like

some community service club

where you just

walk in and sign out.

You had to earn your spot.

Pygmy mouse

lemur.

Excellent.

Tetrahydrocannabanol.

Jersey, Guernsey

and Albany.

Hands by your side.

Check.

Portugal!

I didn't ask a question.

Sorry!

Bohemia, Moravia

and Silesia.

Correct.

Johnson.

Excellent.

You're right.

Another language that...

Tokyo,

Japan.

Excellent.

Ahh!

Correct.

Hey.

See you in class.

Good job, man.

What are you

talking about?

I got my ass kicked.

No, you knew the answers.

You just got to get

the timing down.

50 bucks if you

do it by tomorrow.

Dude, I think

we got enough.

Stop bitching.

Just a few more blocks.

Did I tell you?

I got it.

Got what?

Remember I told you

I saw Stephanie

Vandergosh in a porn?

Yeah.

I got it.

Shut the f*** up.

I'll show you right now, fool.

Oh, my God.

Oh...

So you've been hanging around

that Daric guy, right?

Yeah.

Is it true that he

has his own house?

I don't know.

Hmm. Han told me that his

parents don't live here.

They're in, like,

Vancouver or something.

So what?

You know what I could

do if I had my own pad?

Jerk off at the dinner table?

Ha-ha.

Your turn.

F***er.

What?

No hot tub?

Well, you tell them,

if they want me,

they're gonna ante up

with that hot tub!

Tracy, what are you doing here?

Well, I can give you

a special Tracy massage.

See? I told you, punk ass.

No.

It's just the uniform.

Uh-uh. It's got to be her.

Oh, yes, Tracy.

Yeah.

Work those pom-poms.

I dare you to ask her boyfriend.

White dude, right?

No.

Thank God.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes.

Shake those pom-poms.

Ben?

Huh?

You think you can

talk to Daric for me

about doing the cheat sheets?

Mm-hmm. Uh-huh.

How do you know about it?

I hear things.

Han told me.

F***ing Daric's a senior.

Someone's got to take

over when he leaves.

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