Getting Schooled Page #3

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So, do you want

some privacy, or...?

Let's just get this over with.

This is actually happening

right now.

You said anything I wanted.

You're not a liar are you?

- Fine.

Texas thunder light

would make this a lot easier.

Yeah, let's get some privacy.

- How is this happening?

- Later days and better days, suckers!

What?!

What does that even mean?

Oh, oh my god.

Is it safe in here?

Listen if you're scared...

We don't have to do this.

You think you're so

bad to the bone.

I think it's bogus.

Preppy girls do it best.

Say it.

Prove it.

This has been brewing

a long time.

Get real.

Get bent.

Just between us?

Oh, yeah.

Principals don't belong here

on Saturday!

That should bleed you out

soon enough.

Listen, this is

a long time coming.

To be continued?

In your dreams.

Tease.

There's somethin'

out there, man.

Let's go check it out.

Rusty, let's go!

Sh*t, dude, you see that?

Oh, sh*t! Oh, my god!

Close it!

F*** dude!

- Sh*t, sh*t.

- That's janitor Dan!

- Dude, that's f***ed up, man!

That guy was cool!

Let's go tell the girls.

Let's go.

Okay,

he is officially batshit

to the Max!

He butchered janitor Dan!

My balls are in my throat, man,

and that tells me we gotta

get the sh*t out of here.

Can we go home now?

I'm with her!

Let's bail!

- Yes!

- Guys, this is not a good idea!

I have a very bad feeling

about this.

Guys!

Let's stick together.

God, please!

Somebody help us!

Hillary, you can't do this.

We gotta chill and keep moving.

Come on!

It doesn't matter.

We're all going to die anyway.

We will if you don't get up

off your ass!

Oh, sh*t! Boogie!

Guys!

Damn! You're bohunk, man!

We didn't do all this!

Who, then?

My guess is g.I. Joker.

Hey, where's Julie?

- Julie?

- Julie! Where's Julie, man?!

- Wait, wait!

- Come back!

Wait! No, no!

Oh, god...

Ah...

How could we just leave her?

I can't! I can't!

I gotta go back!

Mike!

Ain't happening, bro.

We gotta stick together.

Nobody said "we", wuss!

Wait, wait! Wait!

No!

We're sticking together.

F***.

Julie?

Julie?

Mike, I'm in here! Mike!

Julie?

So... here we are.

Where is she?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Mike!

Why don't you go see

if she's okay?!

Man, why don't you go

f*** yourself?

Aah!

Soldiers today...

No respect for the enemy!

Oh! Oh!

Oh!

Where'd the tough guy go?

Huh?

Mike!

Mike, I'm in here! Mike!

Thank you, sir.

May I have another?

Mike!

Mike!

Are you okay?

I see the breadcrumbs worked.

Big ol' honkin' breadcrumbs.

Come on let's

get you outta here.

- No! No, no, no!

Somebody help!

Somebody help me!

Mike, please!

Mike, I love you!

Mike, please!

Mike! Mike!

Oh, my god! Why?!

Why?! Why, why, why, why?!

No guts, no glory!

Right, little man?!

You're not half bad, now!

I'm sorry, Julie.

Look the only way we're

gonna getting out of here...

is if we kill Roker.

We-we know that right?

We see what rushing away

from the group gets us.

He saved my life.

And lost his.

Look, we all have skills.

We need to use them.

You are smart.

He's strong.

Hillary is... well...

Hillary is a gymnast,

captain of the cheer squad

and a black belt in tae Kwon do.

What's your skill, Julie?

My skills are bogus.

All I know is we need

to get the hell out of here...

and the only way

is over Mr. Roker's dead body.

I am a cheerleader.

I'm not gonna kill anyone!

I'm gonna to call the police!

The only phone

is in the principal's office.

What about the fire alarms,

did you ever think of that?

I didn't think so.

Hillary, chill out, all right?

We gotta wait.

- Hillary!

- Hillary!

- Hillary!

- Hillary!

Hey! Hillary!

Yo, rusty.

We need a plan, okay?

You've got one minute to plan

before I go after her.

You know this is crazy.

I'd do it for you, too, Julie.

You just can't go on a wing

and a prayer.

If that's all I got...

It's righteous.

Rusty! Rusty, no!

Rusty!

He's the only guy that really

ever cared about me.

I loved him so much.

He wanted to tell everybody.

That was the kind of guy he was.

But if his dad ever found out

he was dating someone like me,

a freak,

he would've killed him.

And now he's dead

and I have to go into the world and

pretend like I never knew him.

Like I never f***ing knew him.

Bite me!

Gross me out!

Ew.

Oh, oh!

Chuh, like, what am I, a hacker?

Shelly will know

how to use this.

Ew.

How did you get so far out

in the back country?

Hmm?

You are so kirked out!

What's a pretty little thing

like you doing

conniving with the enemy?

You won't get all of us,

you know.

Somebody's gonna get out

and when they do,

you're going down.

Oh.

What's daddy's little girl

gonna do now?

Daddy's little girl is gonna

party Hardy on your ass!

Roker!

Not bad for a squaw.

You're messing with

the spirit club now, loser.

Ow! Gag me.

Die, slant-eye.

Hillary!

Ah! F***!

Hillary!

Hillary!

Where could she be?

Hillary!

I just can't let rusty

be alone like that.

Like me.

S-stay here.

Not a problem.

I'll be back.

No, no.

No, no.

You showed me something today

that... I never knew existed.

That son of a b*tch!

Rusty?

He killed her.

I wanna kill the f***er.

Rusty, we have to go.

That son of a b*tch!

Good bye, Hillary.

I'll never forget.

Preppy girls do it best.

Rusty!

We gotta go!

Come on!

Come on! Let's go!

What happened?

Hillary's dead.

You know earlier, when...

she was saying that she

wanted to be out

shopping for her prom dress?

I thought "how typical...

Princess wants to go

shopping for a prom dress."

Why do we do that?

Why do we have these...

misconceived ideas

of one another?

If this wouldn't have happened,

then we wouldn't

be talking like this.

I don't want

to be like that anymore.

Me neither.

So, how the hell

do we kill the psycho?

Any ideas?

We have to find something

to arm ourselves with.

I got this.

Julie...

What do you got, Shelly?

Uh...

Let's go get this f***er.

Let's go.

Who goes there?

Rusty?

Julie?

I said...

who goes there?!

Shh!

Why didn't you answer me?!

Shut the f*** up.

We're supposed to keep our

location secret, ass munch.

Let go of my shirt.

Well then stop being

such a chicken sh*t!

Deadweight.

I'm not a chickenshit.

Not even scared.

Come on guys.

We have to stick together

or we're dead.

Okay?

Are we good?

He needs to apologize

for his last remark.

All right, sh*t.

You're not a deadweight.

Hmm.

And apologize for my shirt.

All right. I'm sorry

I messed up your shirt.

I'm sure your grandpa

would be mondo-pouty

I wrinkled his shirt.

Hey. Hey, Julie!

Hey, Julie, where you going?!

Julie, come back!

I'm sorry!

Rusty and I,

we're-we're fine now.

Look! We took

a major chill pill, all right?

This is how this is gonna go.

You, stop with your whining

and get on with your traps.

And you, stop with

your third grade crap

and get onto that hallway

and guard it.

I'm gonna take the other end.

If we don't stick together

we're gonna be...

frickin' road pizza

by the end of the night.

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