Crush Page #2

There are cops outside.

We'll lower it out the window.

Quit stalling.

Come on, start

pounding out a lead.

How much do you want?

All you got.

Give me Duffy!

Can i call the mayor

a bird of prey?

Call him what you like.

Give him the works.

Hello, Duffy! Get set!

[squeaks]

Scott?

Okay, i liked it.

Liar.

No.

Well. You want me

to walk you home?

No, i'm all right.

You sure?

Yeah. Bye.

Bye.

[door closes]

[cell phone message beep]

[scoffs]

[squeaks]

Hey, Jeffrey.

You want to get

some food?

Yeah, sure.

David, we're okay to close up

without Bess, aren't we?

Yes.

Bess, go on.

[Jeffrey] You want one

from the margarita side

or one from the pepperoni side?

I'm not hungry.

Yeah, me, neither.

[both grunting]

Scott Norris thinks

you're a freak.

Everyone does,

except for me.

You don't get to choose

who you like.

I know.

What makes you think

it's referring to me?

Right.

It could be worse.

It could be on the inside.

You think this is funny?

Just tell me the truth.

Did you do this?

You think i wrote this?

Are you insane?

Come on, you're always doing

weird stuff like this, Jules.

Jules...

Just go.

Hey, Scott, large drip?

Yep, thanks.

Scott!

Oh, hey, Miss Brown.

You're not in my class anymore.

You can call me Nancy.

You know i could tell

you didn't read Villette.

Yes, i did.

You don't think i've read

the Cliff Note answers?

Then why did you give me an A?

An A minus.

Sorry, i haven't had

a lot of time with rehabbing the knee.

No, i know.

I get it.

I see you run by my apartment

every morning.

I know how hard

you've been working.

You know, you should

really read Villette

when you get a chance

this summer.

It's one of my

favorite books.

I mean, the way the ending is

so ambiguous,

whether they get together

or not or even if he lives.

Well, what do you think

happens in the end?

I think he lives.

I believe in hopeful endings.

I'll read it.

I promise.

Yeah? Well, give me

a call when you do.

I'd like to know

what you think.

Oh, hey,

Beth, right?

It's Bess, with an s.

Sorry. Yeah, Bess.

See you around.

Are you really

going to call her?

What?

You run by my house

everyday, too.

You know, i got

an anonymous love letter.

It talked about how

i'm not just an athlete.

How i'm different,

but no one sees it.

That i'm misunderstood.

Well, you know what?

It's wrong.

And i hope whoever

wrote that letter understands

and realizes to stay

away from my friends.

I'll see you around.

You're wrong.

You're talented.

You are different.

You're an artist.

Did you pick that

out of the trash?

Just stop, please.

Crushes suck, huh?

It's good

to be realistic.

You can't wait around

on someone.

You might miss

the real thing.

I'm going to go

open up the store.

Oh, my God.

That was excruciating.

Don't say anything, please.

I mean, you don't know what it's like.

What? I do.

A little bit.

[knocking sound]

[knocking continues]

[inaudible]

Who?

Can you just forgive me

for this, please.

[inaudible]

You're my best friend.

You stupid b*tch.

[sighs]

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.

I was just watching you.

For how long.

Mmm, long enough.

Can i... can i

make a confession?

I hired you because i thought

you were cute.

Is that sexist?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, it kind of is.

That's okay.

[shouts]

Scott!

Yeah, no,

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You're not fine.

You don't have

your brace.

You don't have

a spotter.

No, that had nothing

to do with it.

It has everything

to do with it.

I thought i...

I honestly don't know

what happened.

It's good, Coach,

it's good.

Solid, there's

nothing wrong.

I'm sorry, son.

What do you mean

you're sorry?

Go home.

I promised your dad.

I know you heard.

Coach Evans called.

You don't even come

to my games.

You have no right to strike

a deal with him,

or to judge

how hurt i am.

I don't want you

running for awhile.

Soccer isn't the only thing

you're good at.

What else

am i good at, dad?

You're smart, Scott.

Whether you know it or not.

Your mom and i

both think so.

You want to talk

about mom,

then let's really

talk about her.

She left us both, dad.

What?

[knocking]

Jules!

[frantic knocking]

[knocking]

Jules!

What the hell

is wrong with you?

Do you even know

what you're doing?

Sometimes i... i just

can't help myself.

A normal person

doesn't act like this.

Can you get that

into your head?

Don't talk to her

that way.

Stop, Jeffrey.

Yeah, stay out of this.

You don't get it.

I get that she's better

than that b*tch, Jules.

Jeffrey.

[Jeffrey groans]

Just get out!

Now!

[Andie]

Hey...

Scott Norris

was looking for you.

I know.

I've seen you.

[whispers]

You make it look so easy.

What are you talking about?

I've seen you

with David.

What are you doing?

Waiting for a cab.

I'll be back Monday.

Sure.

It came up last minute.

Call your Coach.

What? Why?

Just call him.

I'll see you Monday.

One more time.

Your dad seems to be against

you playing.

So if he's asking me to give

you another chance...

Get the hell away.

Just wait.

You want to get rid of me?

Fine, you win.

I will stay away from you.

I didn't send it,

i swear.

Well, who did?

Your secret admirer?

Yes!

You're not that special.

Just... where are you going?

Are you going

to Brock's party?

Jules, you don't

have to go.

I'm not going to play

some victim

holed up

in her bedroom.

No, Jules, just stay here

for a second

and talk to me.

[inaudible dialog]

[gasps]

Damn.

God, you scared me.

Thanks.

You're Bess, right?

You were

in my math class.

How come you always

wear black and white?

It's too difficult to think

about all the other colors.

Thanks for the tissue.

Why were you crying?

Lots of reasons.

I know that feeling.

I think i need

a drink.

Hey...

thanks for coming

up here.

Are you doing okay?

As long as i keep

my head buried in this glass.

I'm getting

another drink.

[Brock] Hey.

Hi.

You doing okay?

I've been better...

Broccoli.

You know, i can't believe

he did that to you.

Makes me glad

he blew out his knee.

Um, i need to lay down.

Okay, do you want me to...

No, i'm fine.

[muffled screams]

[screams]

[pants roughly]

[coughing]

Are you sure you're going

to be okay?

How could Bess

do something like that?

She's insane.

I'm sorry.

I thought

she would stop,

but she's out of control.

We should go to the police.

I didn't see anything

and i've been drinking.

They're not

going to believe me.

Then i'm going to take care

of this, okay?

I'm not going to let her hurt

you again.

What are you

going to do?

I'll think

of something.

I need to lie down.

I'll be fine.

[brakes screeching, crash]

Sh*t, sh*t.

Are you all right?

I think so.

I think i slid just in time.

I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I'm fine. Seriously.

At least

it's not bleeding.

Seriously, i'm okay.

I can't say the same

for my bike.

Oh, God.

Sh*t.

Take this.

Thank you.

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