Bring It On: All or Nothing Page #6

your first time

might be

a little bit more special

and romantic

if you had it in a Marriott.

Brad, it doesn't matter

where we are. I'm not ready.

You know what, Brit?

This little tease game

you're doing?

It's getting pretty old.

Oh, really? Is that why

you started sneaking around

with Winnie?

What?

Now is the time.

Get your ass up.

Okay.

Who told you that? Amber?

It was Amber. You know what?

She was making that up.

And why would she do that?

Oh, I don't know.

Jealousy, maybe.

You know how many girls

want me at this school?

It's ridiculous.

Well, the question is

how many of them do you want?

Britney. Hi, sweetie.

Glad you made it.

I'm so sorry

for not telling you guys

about me cheering again.

I totally understand

why you didn't,

especially after seeing

that cheer-trocity of a squad.

Can you say nasty?

Nasty.

They're like the bottom

of the cheer tier.

There is this one girl

that is so fat, she looks like

she swallowed two Briannas.

Her name is Kirresha,

and she's got more heart

in one ass cheek

than you do

in your entire body.

She's a real friend.

Then you're done.

And why is that?

Because after you make friends

with those people,

you start shopping with them,

then you're dating one,

and the next thing you know,

you're going to be

on some bad talk show

screaming at your baby daddy.

What?

I cannot believe

you just said that.

Yeah, that's so racist.

Oh, bite me, Crouching Tiger.

Winnie,

you're such a candy cane.

And you're such a wigger.

Oh, that's it.

Brad, hold my sh*t.

Oh, okay.

Yeah, I'm not gonna get any

ass from you, but I'll hold

your purse, yeah.

Way to make me feel

like a man, Brit.

Let's do a cheer.

Now? In the middle of a dance?

And a fight?

Let's do it for

all timer's sake.

That's old times' sake.

You say tomato. I say potato.

What do you think, Winnie?

I think Britney

doesn't have what it takes

to be a Pirate anymore.

That sounds like

a challenge to me, Brit.

Oh, I'm sure

it was meant as an insult.

Everybody.

Kill the music, Ronnie.

Everybody make room for us,

please.

We have a special surprise.

Our ex-cheer captain,

Britney Allen,

is with us tonight.

So, in her honor,

we would like to do our Pirate

introduction cheer for you.

Although I'm captain now,

I think

Britney should lead us.

Thanks, Winnie.

Especially since

you're not the captain

at your new school.

Hey, Amber

Hey, what?

Introduce yourself

No way!

Introduce yourself

Okay

One, two, three, four, five

My name is Amber, and I say hi

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Back it up and meet my friend

Hey, Winnie

Hey, what?

Introduce yourself

No way

Introduce yourself

Okay

One, two, three, four, five

My name is Winnie and I say hi

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Back it up and meet my friend

Hey, Britney

Hey, what?

Introduce yourself

No way

Introduce yourself

Okay

Roll call

My name is Britney

What?

I cheer so strong

Okay

So when I shake it

Yeah

You'd better bring it on

Break it down now

Yeah!

My name's Sierra

We should do our cheers

like Britney.

Shut up!

Welcome back, Britney.

But now it's time to

announce this year's

homecoming king and queen.

Hey, shabooya.

In case you change your mind,

we have that hotel room

till noon tomorrow. Okay?

Well, no surprise here,

Pacific Vista. Your homecoming

king is Brad Warner!

Great, now he's really

going to want to celebrate.

I'm sure

it won't be with you.

He only brought you here

because he feels sorry

for you,

and he didn't want to

dump you over the phone.

Really?

Well, if he wanted

to break up with me, Winnie,

then why'd he get us a room?

And this year's queen

is Winnie Harper!

Congratulations.

Winnie!

I had sex with Brad Warner.

What? What?

Oh, my God.

How do you like that, Britney?

I finally beat you

at something.

Now tell her, Brad.

What are you doing?

Britney, Britney, Britney!

For once it's not going

to be all about you.

Now tell her.

Okay, babe. Babe, okay,

I know this looks bad, okay?

It's not as bad as it sounds.

I was thinking of you

the whole time.

What, the whole two minutes?

Brad, Winnie.

Thank you.

What?

Brad, I can't tell you

how much of a relief it is

not to be

your girlfriend anymore.

Because... Well, you're a pig.

And Winnie, you're just too

much of a backstabber

to have any real friends.

But there's one thing

you're right about.

I don't have what it takes

to be a Pirate anymore.

You guys enjoy

the rest of your night.

Go, girl!

Oh, no, she didn't!

She got her nerve.

What do you want?

Look, I never should have

ditched you guys for some

stupid dance. I'm sorry.

Sorry don't make up

or dissing us.

Yeah, I know.

I thought

I needed to be the leader,

but it turns out

I just needed to be

a part of the squad.

And now it's too late.

But I wanted to come

wish you guys good luck,

and I'll be proud

to watch you win.

Well, thanks, and see you.

Look, it's hip-hop Barbie

and her Wu-Tang Clan.

You better get your friend

before she gets a beat down.

Oh, please do.

We're not friends.

We never were.

Oh, boo-hoo-hoo.

I could just cry. But I won't.

Well, you will be crying

when they beat you.

When they beat us?

Don't tell me

you're not cheering with them

anymore.

I thought once you go black,

you never go back.

FYI, it doesn't matter whether

I'm cheering with them or not.

I know how good they are.

Oh, you've lost your

cheer-sanity if you think

this pathetic little squad

can even compete with us.

Oh, I know they can.

No.

So, you'd better bring it all,

white girl.

Oh, "white girl"?

Remember

when you used to be one?

But don't act like you forget.

You know we always bring it,

white trash.

Please let me cut her.

Look, Camille. I don't know

what their routines are like,

but I do know that they've

really good gymnasts,

so they'll probably throw

some fancy stunts.

But what you guys have

that they don't

is your spirit,

so you really got to go for it

if you want to win.

You mean, if we want to win.

Wait, are you going to let me

cheer with you guys?

I kind of have to for the way

you stood up for us, Britney.

You called me Britney.

Go get dressed, white girl.

I don't have to.

Oh, so she just knew

I was gonna let her cheer,

huh?

No,

but I was hoping you would.

Come on.

Let's go whoop some PV ass,

y'all.

Hell yeah!

Hell yeah!

All right.

Okay.

We'll work on it.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey, what's up?

Camille's gonna let me

cheer with you guys.

Cool. I guess you always get

everything you want, huh?

Not everything.

Hi, I'm Swin Cash,

and I'll be your announcer

for this event.

Whoa, whoa. Swin Cash.

Yo, wasn't she playing

for the Detroit Shock?

Pro B-ball players,

hot cheerleaders, pom-poms.

It's like a real live

beer commercial up in here.

You know what I'm saying,

Jess?

Well, I see

you're all as excited as I am.

Man, why don't you

just go talk to her?

Talk to who?

I'm horny, okay? Not stupid.

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