Better Luck Tomorrow Page #4

Peter, let's go.

You got the phone?

Uh-huh.

Ah, God. F***.

It's clear.

We had the run of the place.

Rumors about us came

and went fast and furious.

One had us linked

with some Chinese Mafia.

And it was fine with us

because it just put more fear

in everyone.

Along with that power

came greed.

It just made sense to expand

our business into drugs,

putting the law of supply

and demand into practice.

I think our teacher

would've been proud.

Whoa.

Let me see this thing.

F*** off.

It's got no

name brand on it.

Aw...!

Sh*t.

Sorry, Virg.

F***in' dick.

Stop crying.

It's a piece-of-sh*t

CD player anyway.

F*** you!

Here.

Now you can buy three of 'em.

I soon learned that along with

an image, came maintenance.

I needed something

to help expand my days.

It's literally a full-time job

just to make people believe

who you're supposed to be.

Four cheat sheets a day,

the drugs, the scams--

between this and

all my club commitments,

I couldn't even start

my homework until 1:00 a.m.

We were making so much money,

we couldn't spend it

fast enough.

If it was for sale, you could

bet we tried to buy it.

Is that enough?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Hey, Tracy.

Thanks, it's all there.

Thank you.

So, what are you guys?

A club.

Oh, like a math club

or something?

We partied every weekend

and hung out

with different crowds.

It's funny,

the more notorious we became,

the more invitations we got.

We didn't know half the people

we partied with...

but they knew us.

Quixotic. Adjective.

Extravagantly idealistic;

unpredictable;

unrealistic or imaginary.

Sh*t.

You look like sh*t.

Fifty.

Oh, yeah.

Here's the number

for that internship

I was telling you about.

Thanks.

Yeah. You want some?

You happy, Ben?

I'm serious.

You happy?

I don't know.

F***.

That's the most truthful thing

I've ever heard.

At least you have a choice.

You're not happy?

I'm very happy.

Isn't it obvious?

I have everything.

Loving parents, top grades,

Ivy League scholarships,

of course, Stephanie.

Of course.

Right there.

That's it.

I'm so f***ing happy

I can't stop it.

Why not?

It's a never-ending cycle.

When you got everything

you want, what's left?

You can't settle

for being happy,

that's a f***ing trap.

You got to take life

into your own hands.

Do whatever it takes

to break the cycle.

That's what it is,

breaking the cycle.

You're f***ed.

I envy you.

What?

What?

What? What?

It was my 17th birthday.

No sh*t, man.

F***, man.

I don't want to touch that.

I don't want to touch it

with my hands, man.

There he is.

Hey, ass-wipe,

you're the one that organized

this "Keep the Beach Clean"

sh*t and you're late.

I need to talk to you guys.

Grab a bag.

Where's Han?

Sleeping.

What's up?

This better be

f***ing good.

I want out.

Out of what?

I can't handle this anymore.

Look, I woke up and my sheets

were covered in blood.

Well, why don't you stop

OD'ing on that sh*t,

you f***?

Yeah, too much of that sh*t

will get to you.

I don't want to do it anymore.

All of it.

F***, Ben, stop being a p*ssy.

Whatever, Virg.

So is that it?

Yeah, I just...

I just want to concentrate

on my own stuff.

Hell, I was thinking

the same thing.

Give it up?

Yeah.

F*** it. It's like a job, man.

The only reason I did

it was for you guys.

What are you saying?

Have you two lost

your f***ing balls?

F*** it.

Han and I will do it.

Right, Han?

It's all yours, man.

We got to talk.

Just shut the f*** up.

More money

for us.

I'm gonna call Jesus

right after this.

Organize this sh*t.

Well...

Happy birthday, man.

Thanks.

We all chipped in.

Pretty cool, huh?

Jesus Christ!

Sh*t!

F***!

Hey.

Temperance. Noun.

Signifying self-restraint

or moderation

in action and statement.

Hi, Stephanie.

Hi.

You need help?

I'm okay.

You know, I hate doing those S's.

The curves

make it tough,

but I know a trick.

You work it inside out.

See?

So, what's this I hear

about you, gangster boy?

Oh, God, that's

such old news.

Rumors have it you guys

did a number on Ryan.

Do you believe them?

Let's put it this way,

there's also a rumor

that I am in a porno.

Oh, yeah, I've seen it.

Shut up.

Yeah, I have.

Really?

Yeah.

So the shooting arm

is perpendicular

to the body?

Mm-hmm.

Bend your knees

and follow through.

Is that it?

I'm hungry.

Excuse me, sir.

There's no food

allowed in the store.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

I'm hypoglycemic

and I just need

a little something

to get my blood sugar going.

I just got a couple

more bites left.

Okay.

You think you can get away

with anything, don't you?

No.

Well, yeah, if you're

clever enough.

You sound just like Steve.

You don't like

him much, do you?

Speaking of Steve,

um, you still need

a date for the formal?

Are you asking?

Well, if you'll go with me.

Oh, yeah.

Holy sh*t.

I guess I was clever enough,

thank you very much.

A week later Han

got suspended from school

for distributing cheat sheets.

It appeared

that Virgil's new position

as head of the outfit

had gone to his head.

He was babbling

to so many people about it,

the school had to do something.

The funny thing was,

Han didn't really care

that he got suspended.

I think it just gave him

yet another excuse

to beat the crap out of Virgil.

Hey.

Hey.

You look great.

You look great.

Jinx.

Two for flinching.

Ow!

Here.

Thank you.

Jeez.

So, do you know

your real parents?

Do you want to?

My parents I have now

are my real parents.

I don't know.

Maybe when I get older.

I still have to find out

who I am.

Yeah.

You sound so mature.

That's what my therapist

tells me, at least.

Thanks for asking, though.

Between the lines, the disguise

Of the love of a butterfly

Do you wish whatever itches

I have seen fishes fly

Why should I believe it?

Swing wide, butterfly

It's a stone's throw to the inside

Of a precious thing

Between the lines, the disguise

Of the love of a butterfly

Between the lines, the disguise

Of the love of a butterfly

Swing wide, butterfly

Swing wide, butterfly...

Uh, I had a wonderful time.

Thanks again.

Yeah.

All right, question six:

name of the largest

commercial transport jet.

Virgil!

The Space Guppy.

Where the f*** is he, man?

Jesus.

Hey, open up, man.

Where the f*** you going, man--

on a honeymoon?

No, man; I got my accessories.

Yeah, what, your anal intruder?

No, my lubrication.

You're just so dry, Daric.

Don't slam the

trunk either, man.

Hey, yo!

Motherf***er.

As we headed off to Vegas

for the decathlon nationals,

Stephanie

was all I could think about.

I finally decided that there

were two things I could do--

go on agonizing over Stephanie,

or just say f*** it and have fun.

Vegas sucks.

Hey, turn that down.

The sound is the best part.

Oh, yeah!

Ben, Virgil,

I want you to meet Rachel.

Hey.

Hi.

You're Ben?

Yeah.

What are you studying?

Um... Econ.

Econ?

Yeah.

Brother, today

is your lucky day.

What?

Yeah!

Whoo!

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