Bring It On: All or Nothing Page #2

IMYA.

I miss you already, too.

Oh, guys. I'm gonna MYSM.

D-A-M-N.

Sierra,

you're not speaking IM.

You're just spelling.

Oh, well then, S-H-I-T.

Come here, I love you.

You know, Crenshaw Heights

is only an hour away.

We can still be friends.

Yeah, but we can't

enter the audition

without a captain.

Actually, we have a captain.

Me.

Get over yourself, Winnie.

No, she's right.

Spirit law states

that if the head cheerleader

has to step down,

the next cheerleader with

the highest amount of votes

is captain.

Thank you. And I promise

I'll use everything

you taught me.

Wait, wait. Babe,

you're not going to be

a cheerleader anymore?

I can't.

I have put my heart and soul

into this squad.

Cheering with anyone else

would just make me...

A cheer whore.

Exactly.

My cheer days are over.

You have to swear.

Swear to us

that you're never

going to cheer again.

Brit,

you don't have to do this.

I swear.

Let's make it official.

"Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

"Now you're not

a cheerleader...

I can't do this.

"...that must really suck."

Brit.

This is a sad, cheerless day.

I know.

Those poor dead pom-poms.

Put them back.

No!

Leave her alone.

She's screwing up everything.

No!

This is stupid.

Please let me keep my pom-poms

and I swear,

as God is my witness,

I will never do another

toe-touch again!

She lost.

She's definitely lost.

Damn.

For real.

OMG.

Yo, Camille.

You gotta check out this CD

I just burned.

Some of this sh*t

ain't even out yet.

That's hot.

We gonna

set it off this year.

Okay.

Hey, y'all should see

the krump moves

I've been working on for us.

Jesse, it's cute

you trying to be

into choreography and stuff,

but I got this.

You just stick

to finding us the beats,

all right, boo?

All right, cool. But one day,

you'll come begging

for what I got.

Shoot, I'm begging now.

Hook a sister up.

Kirresha.

What?

You are too hot to beg.

I know, but he just so fine,

I'm willing

to make an exception.

Don't tease me, mami.

Me gustan las chicas grandes.

I don't know what you said,

but me gustan, too, baby.

He said he likes big girls.

Now, why come when you say it,

it don't sound cute at all?

Look, he's the one

who said it, all right?

Don't hate

'cause he on me.

Tyson!

Damn, Camille.

Look, you put it out there,

and I'm just

showing my appreciation.

You stupid.

Grow up.

Love you, too.

So immature.

What's up?

Hey.

Looks like

we finally about to get

some snow on campus.

Look y'all. Mall baby

must've got separated

from her mother.

What's she doing here?

I don't know.

This ain't the OC.

Maybe she's lost.

Hey!

Yo, Pop-Tart,

you got any black in you?

No.

You want some?

Oh, no, you didn't!

Come on, man.

OMG.

Look what you did.

Well, it's not like it's real.

For real?

Say what?

And how would you know?

Because this one is real.

Oh, that's nice.

Can I touch that?

My mama bought me this purse.

Oh, your mama.

For sure. Yeah, yeah.

Well, your mother must shop

at the swap meets

because that knock-off sucks.

Oh, I know you didn't

just talk about my mama.

Kirresha, hold my sh*t.

Take it.

Oh, wait a second. Hold on...

Camille.

What?

Don't do this.

You're gonna get suspended.

So?

You think I'm gonna let this

little Barbie-looking heifer

come up here

and talk about my mama?

Heifer?

Did you just call me fat?

And I did not just talk

about your mama.

FYI, you did.

You speak IM? NFW!

Oh, no.

This girl didn't called you

the N word.

Oh!

Take them.

I would never.

Some of my best friends

live next door

to black people.

Oh, hell, no.

Camille, come on.

We gonna be late to class.

Yeah, she right, girl.

We better go. I ain't trying

to get detention.

Count your blessings,

white girl,

'cause you just got lucky.

Cut you.

I feel scared, maybe

a little nauseous, but

I definitely don't feel lucky.

Oh, hold on, now.

What is this, LAX?

I have my ears pierced.

Hello, Sherlock.

Another piercing.

They're my keys, you perv.

Would you give the girl

her bags?

Thank you.

Hey, what's wrong with you?

Come on, man.

Is this English?

Are you Mrs. Webster?

It is, I am, and you're late.

Well, I was going through

airport security.

Class, meet Britney Allen.

She's a transfer

from Pacific Vista High.

Hi, Britney.

Hi.

She's one of those PV b*tches.

Mendiga gringa.

Well, Miss Allen,

have a seat

and copy the board.

You want me to copy

all of that?

Can't you just give it to me

in, like, a book?

Unfortunately, we don't have

enough books for everybody,

and I'd hate to single you out

by giving you one of your own.

We wouldn't want

the other students to think

that you are more important

than they are, now would we?

No.

Good guess.

I know!

You can e-mail it to me.

You think

if we don't have books,

we would have computers?

I'm glad

you have a sense of humor.

Now find a seat.

Good morning,

Crenshaw Heights...

Excuse me.

... just a few announcements

today.

Excuse me.

Coach Carter extends

the Warriors' invitation

to our...

Excuse me.

Excuse me?

What the hell?

Get your ass out of my face.

Mrs. Webster,

Parole Officer Don

needs a deposition

from you regarding

yesterday's lockdown.

Please come

to the administration office

as soon as possible.

Class, I'll be right back.

Thank you, and learn today.

"Can't you just, like,

give it to me in a book

and then my servants

can learn it for me?

"And then I could spend,

like, all day

brushing my hair."

Do you have

any organic greens?

Yummy.

Hey, yo.

Check this out.

We got

some new sh*t for y'all.

Here we go now!

Roll call!

Roll call!

My name is Leti

Yeah

I like to party

Yeah

And when I shake it

Yeah

The boys say, "Ai, mami"

Roll call!

My name, Camille

Yeah

Give you three wishes

Yeah

To see me shake it

Yeah

'Cause I'm delicious

Roll call!

My name, Kirresha

Yeah

Get out my face

Yeah

And when I shake it

Yeah

It's like an earthquake

Don't forget, everybody,

pep rally after school, right?

Enjoy the show, white girl?

I didn't know

you were a cheerleader.

I'm the cheerleader.

I'm captain.

So? I was captain

at my old school.

And now you go to my school.

So, I guess that makes you...

nothing.

Hey, Britney. Hey, Britney.

We can't wait to see you

at the homecoming dance.

Send us a message.

Hey, how's your new school?

Don't join a gang.

At least, not the first day.

Bye!

Bye!

Hey, guys.

Britney sent a video.

Tears of joy.

She's so happy.

Oh, sh*t. My bad, shorty.

Don't touch me.

So, you just gonna lay there?

I don't see how my day

could get any worse.

Tough first day?

I've been there.

Are you new, too?

No, I transferred

my sophomore year.

But, man, was that hard.

When did it get easier?

Last Thursday.

Great.

I was joking.

What's your name?

Britney.

Jesse.

I guess I should get up now.

Unless you want footprints

on your forehead.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Weren't you headed...

That way. Yeah.

Yeah!

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