F*** the Prom Page #2

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- It's not like that.

[sighs] Thank God.

Confrontation remains

a challenge for me.

That and dairy.

I hate high school.

I just want it to be over.

Whoa. Really?

But...

Honey, honey. Listen.

I wanna tell you something.

Your father and I,

we can relate.

Our high school years,

they were pretty much

the equivalent of being

locked in

an emotional prison

of constant ridicule

and torture.

Your father got the living

crap kicked out of him

on a daily basis.

And I was called

a greasy headed troll.

Everything happens

for a good reason.

Even though it may feel

horribly humiliating

and punishing and cruel.

At... At the time.

- I don't like it.

- [text message chimes]

I never thought that perfect

popular kids in school

had anything to get

this upset about.

[sighs] Well...

Maybe she's not

that popular.

Oh, no, honey.

Your father didn't mean it.

Honey...

I...

We're bad parents.

Ditto to that.

[alternative rock music playing]

What's up!

Jesus!

Why can't you just

pop your head in

and ask me how my day was,

like any other human father?

So it was lame, huh?

[sighs] No, it was fine.

I'm guessing you still don't

have a date for the prom.

You know my art show

is that night.

Ugh! Art is boring!

Prom is about sex.

Sex is exciting.

Look, I know you're kind

of a weirdo,

and getting laid

before graduation

is kind of a pipe dream.

But...

Maybe there's some

girl out there

who's weird just like you,

that's down to clown

on prom night.

What a classy male

role model I have.

What do you want

from me, Cole?

I was prom king.

I ruled over a night

where dozens of virginities

were laid to rest.

I think I want a DNA test

for my graduation present.

Forget it.

You're stuck with me

for life.

Ugh! Dad, come on!

[door closes]

[Maddy sobbing]

I know

this is inappropriate,

but I bet that girl

is a killer in the sack.

[knocking]

[knocking]

You okay?

I'm fine.

[cell phone vibrating]

[sniffling]

What happened, Maddy?

[sobbing]

Okay.

We don't have to talk.

We can just wait for my dad to shout

something offensive from my house.

It's okay.

It's a good distraction

from the fact that

I've been completely betrayed

by both my ex-bf and my ex-bff.

In a way...

it's not that surprising.

Prom and graduation are

just around the corner,

everyone is losing their minds

trying to create

one last set of picture perfect

memories they can post,

to prove how awesome

their high school

experience was.

You're right.

You know, it's been a while

since we hung out like this.

Does consoling you sobbing

constitute us hanging out?

Do you remember when

we drew those chalk outlines

of ourselves on the front sidewalk

and called the cops as a prank?

[laughs] Yeah.

Do you remember that transmutation

circle I added nearby?

Yeah, I do.

Did you ever

watch Brotherhood?

Oh, God. No.

Was it good?

Doesn't matter.

[cell phone chimes]

I thought he loved me.

You now what?

Screw him.

They are drama absurdity.

And I know you.

I see you at school,

and you are different from

all of the other popular kids.

Then why don't you

ever talk to me?

I could ask you

the same thing.

[cell phone chimes]

Cole, come on,

we're taking a selfie.

What? No.

No, no, no.

Yeah. Come on,

let's go.

Okay, but I've...

never done that before.

Wait...

You're a selfie virgin?

A surgeon?

Yes.

Oh, I am so taking

your selfie virginity.

Smile. Look happy.

[camera shutter

clicking rapidly]

Wait, why are you

taking so many?

"So many"?

I'm just getting started.

I have to take at least 40

before I can post.

What?

You'll get used to it.

What is your Insta,

so I can tag you.

Oh, no.

No, no need for that.

Give me your phone.

Come on, give me.

Wow, did you do these?

Uh, yeah.

My drawing skills

are pathetic.

I don't have any cool

talents whatsoever.

Actually...

I remember something that

you were pretty amazing at.

- [bicycle bell rings]

- The crowd goes wild!

Ah!

All right. You done?

You ready to crown me victor?

[camera clicks]

Perfect.

What happened to

40 pictures?

Moments like this

should be unfiltered.

Oh, p.s.,

you are being followed by

the whole school on Instagram.

What?

Byproduct.

Why did you do that?

I don't want people

seeing my stuff.

Um...

I'm deleting my account.

Very funny, Cole.

[gasps]

Oh, we are so different now.

Maybe you are.

I'm not.

Why did we stop talking?

Really?

You don't remember?

No.

Tighty?

I never called you that.

Yeah, well,

when that happened

that was the beginning

of the end for us.

What's up, bro!

[students laughing]

[whimsical music playing]

How you doing, Tighty?

What you got there?

[girls squealing]

I don't really know

what to say.

Doesn't matter.

What gets me though is that

Kane and I used to be friends.

Well, at least

we're friends again.

We are?

Yeah, we are.

[cell phone chimes]

Damn it!

Why did all of this have to

happen right before prom?

That's it.

What's it?

Prom.

As long as you

go to prom,

your high school experience

won't be a complete bust.

And if you're crowned prom

king or queen,

it's like being told

you win at high school.

Yeah, but sometimes

it's the gay kid,

or the trans-sexual kid,

or the crippled kid.

So that the popular kids

can feel like good people for

allowing it to happen.

I never thought

of it that way.

See, um...

What the popular kids

don't realize

is that most of their awesome

high school experiences

are at the expense

of the unpopular

kids' feelings.

What if we ruined it?

What?

Prom.

You mad, bro?

No, I'm serious.

I mean, don't they deserve it?

I think you're just a little

upset about what happened today.

No, this is my chance to

reject the last four years.

How?

We'll make it a night that

they'll never forget.

We'll do it by

completely destroying it.

I mean, it sounds fun, but...

I already have plans

that night.

Oh.

Hot date, huh?

What's her name?

The art school that

I've applied to

is holding a gallery night for

their prospective students.

Okay.

But come on, Cole.

This is how you win

at high school.

Do it with me.

Fine. I'm in.

Yes!

We're doing this. I can't

believe we're doing this.

You and me,

back together again.

Reality check.

We're gonna need

some help.

No way.

"No way"?

What do you mean "no way"?

You hate them all

worse than I do.

I'm just not

that riled.

Besides, getting revenge

on the popular kids?

That's like bullying

from our side.

So, are you in?

She's involved.

Yeah, not happening.

Hey, Cole.

Hey.

Holy sh*t, he talked to you.

City, come on.

This is our last chance

to create the memories we

wanna leave high school with.

Hey, you're Cole, right?

I'm so sorry. I was trying to

follow you on Instagram,

but for some reason I cannot

find your account at all.

What's the deal?

I deleted it.

What?

Oh!

Yeah.

Definitely want

no part of this.

City, we're trying

to make a statement.

A statement?

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