Geek Charming Page #3

- Ahem.

- Did we get it?

- Yep.

We got it.

Ow!

- What are your plans after school?

- Uh, Pilates.

But not on Tuesdays, that's yoga.

After you graduate.

Hopes? Dreams?

What's your life goal?

Blossom Queen.

- After that.

- After?

If I don't win Blossom Queen, my

life is officially O-V-E-R, over.

Oh, you missed a spot.

I have no words. Nothing.

Josh?

Snack break? It's satay.

It's from my Thai cooking class.

Uh...

It's not good.

How's the big movie coming?

Josh.

Josh.

Get my shoes. My feet are cold.

Well, she's...

- Well, I don't...

- Josh.

- Diva?

- Yeah.

Yeah. You know, I wanna make this true

documentary about high school popularity,

but, Mom, this is a joke.

Well, I mean, sometimes people behave

a certain way

because they have something else

going on.

What's the real Dylan like?

Real, Mom?

Okay, the only real thing

about Dylan Schoenfield

is that she's really annoying.

You have to give her

the benefit of the doubt.

- Mom.

- You have to be an archeologist.

Dig deeper.

Oh!

This is going to look fantastic.

I can't believe we were invited

to a beach party with the Populars.

It's strictly work, okay?

Heh. Nice bonnet.

Sun is evil.

Well, I, for one, plan to have fun.

Hey.

Oh, finally.

I see you brought your non-tourage.

This is Ari, my second AD.

He's in charge of all the B-roll.

Whatever all that means.

Okay, well, you know, I'm going

to take some, uh, additional shots.

Sorry we were late,

I had to get directions.

Directions? You've never been

to the beach? Everybody likes the beach.

Not me.

Shocker, not everyone's

into the same things you are.

I find that hard to believe.

Heh.

Come on.

Okay.

Come on, Eagles. Let's go.

Next time, baby. It's okay.

We're still two points behind.

Go, guys, come on.

- Water, babe?

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

Hi. Despite our northern latitude,

the sun still emits dangerous UV rays.

It's like sitting in a fryer at Burger

World without the side of onion rings.

SPF 80?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Come here.

Hey, Amy.

Nice, uh, stick thing.

Thanks. It's called a Gator Grabber.

Gator? Like alligator. Whoa.

- Ha, ha.

- That's weird.

- Saving the environment?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Go green.

Hey, doing okay.

Amy and I

had our first real conversation.

Should be called a Croc Catcher

because crocodiles

actually do eat garbage.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

Josh.

Josh? Josh?

Josh,

enough with the unscheduled break.

It's time to get back to work.

Hi to you too, Dylan.

How are you these days?

I'd be better if strangers didn't tag me

in ancient pics online.

- Come on, Josh.

- Strangers?

Gee, as I recall it,

we used to be friends.

Josh, come on, let's go.

Chop-chop, time is money.

Bye, Amy.

Bye, Josh.

Oh, I so saved you back there.

You should have been focused

on filming me, instead of flirting.

Flirting?

I wasn't... I wa... No, no, no.

I don't flirt.

Oh, clearly. It was totes tragique.

It's more obvious

that you like Amy Loubalu

than Nicole Paterson's hair extensions.

Yeah. I mean, no.

Wait.

You two used to be friends?

Ugh. I know, hard to believe.

Back in elementary school.

Are you getting my good side, right?

Over here.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm getting it.

So, what happened?

Look at her and look at me.

Life happened, I.e. I'm popular.

Amy's popular.

We've gone over this, Josh.

She's "I'm in a girl band" popular.

Not Blossom Queen popular.

Oh, no, the volleyball game's over.

Asher.

Ash.

- Hey, where are you guys going?

- The movies. It's dark.

And no one steals our snacks.

Victory means Pizza Land.

Two large Meat Volcanoes,

triple cheese. You ready, Dyl?

Oh, well, Marta made me a pizza

last night,

so I called ahead

and got us all reservations

to the new sushi place downtown.

Raw fish?

Ralph.

Have fun with that.

- I'm outtie with my boys.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

I don't like fish either.

I could eat pizza every day. Heh.

Wait.

Wait, wait, no, no, no.

Call 911. Call 911.

Someone's stealing my car.

What are you doing? Stop, what is this?

Six unpaid parking tickets.

Oops.

- Seven.

- Ugh.

When? You mean those little flyer thingies

on my windshield?

- They ain't greeting cards, lady.

- Oh, no.

Please?

Please?

Oh...

You surely have a car, right?

Yeah.

This is yours?

And it runs? On real gas?

So she's a little old.

Old? This thing is, like, prehistoric.

You know, somewhere a caveman

is missing his car.

Hello?

Thank you.

Why are you hiding?

It's called shame.

Well, they're gone now.

Okay, turning on the radio

isn't gonna help our battery situation.

News? Gross.

What, the news bores you?

Ever heard of pop music?

We're young, live a little.

- Uh-oh.

- What "oh"?

What's that?

Josh, that never happens to my car.

What is that? That's smoke.

How are you gonna fix it?

We're gonna need to find a gas station.

- We?

- Fine.

Stay here.

There is no way I am risking

being seen hanging out in this thing.

Josh.

Ugh. Stupid phone.

Who are you so busy texting?

The girls.

Telling them that this is the W-O-R-S-T,

worst day of my life.

Yeah? Ditto.

Ow! Oh! Ow, ow, ow.

My ankle. I think it's broken.

You probably just twisted it.

Well, I can't walk, it could swell up.

You know, this is all your fault.

If you didn't have a junker car,

this never would've happened.

Sorry we don't all have nice BMW's.

Which you'd be driving right now

if you weren't such a diva.

- What did you call me?

- Nothing.

You said something. I heard.

- Fine.

- Ow.

Diva. I called you a diva.

Precious cargo here, buddy. And don't

ever call me that word ever again.

What? Diva? D-I-V-A, what's that spell?

Oh, that's right, diva.

Diva? I'm a movie star.

You said so yourself.

No, what you are is a selfish whiner.

I'm talented. Take that back or I'll...

- Or what?

- I'll fire you from my movie.

It's my movie. I'm the director.

If anyone's fired, it's you, you diva.

- Ew. You're fired.

- No, you're fired.

Wait. Where are you going?

I always get the last word.

Nope, not today.

But how am I gonna get home?

Uh, there's this thing called the bus.

Enjoy the ride.

Bus?

I got rid of the drama queen.

I'm sure it's not too late

to change documentary subjects.

Right?

I'm afraid it's too late for you

to change your documentary subject.

- You'll never get a new film done in time.

- Yeah.

You're not a quitter, Josh.

What happened?

It's Dylan Schoenfield, all right?

She's too much of a challenge.

Sometimes the truth isn't easy.

It's a shame to think Woodlands

won't even have an official entry

in the film festival this year.

Now, will it?

Okay, you can do this.

- Knock them dead.

- Thanks.

Thank you. Thank you, everybody,

and hello, fellow Woodlanders.

Dylan Schoenfield here,

like you don't know.

Anyway,

vote for me for Blossom Queen

because this school deserves to be ruled

by something sweet.

Whoo! Who wants candy?

Everybody loves chocolate, right?

It's sweet and it's me.

Everyone gets their turn.

Hi, everyone, it's me, Nicole Paterson,

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