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Why?

- More pie?

- Yes, please.

- I'd love some. Thanks.

- Yes.

Hey!

Are you seeing someone else?

What?

You heard me.

You mean,

am I sleeping with someone else?

Exactly.

What is wrong with you?

So you're not seeing anyone else

besides me?

I don't know.

I thought we were back together.

Why are you even asking me this?

Are we?

I hate her. Look at her.

- Even her underwear is skankville.

- Totally.

'Cause that is stuff that

they write songs about.

I wish I had her ass, though.

- Come on.

- What?

That ass is a full-time job for her.

You know what,

no matter if I work out and I do anything,

my ass is always going to be flat.

Em? Are those Care Bears on your undies?

Shut up, okay? It's all my mom will buy.

What am I supposed to do about it?

Mom just got a ton of stuff

from Victoria's Secret that doesn't fit.

And she's not gonna return it.

Do you want it?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Yeah, no, I need something

that Colin's going to like.

Who's Colin?

Mr. Ross. The trig teacher.

- Are you kidding me?

- Nope.

- Don't worry about it.

- You're sick.

- Double. Double. Double.

- You're sick.

- You're sick.

- You're sick.

Emily, Emily, free me.

Come on, I love you, please.

- Okay, go bother somebody else.

- I love you.

No, come on.

- Hey, watch it.

- I was just going for the ball.

Hey, Lola, are you okay?

- Let's go.

- It's not funny. Why are you laughing?

It's always funny when someone falls.

Yo, can we play? Come on.

Walk away. Just ignore him. He's a jerk.

- Stop following me.

- You wish.

- Skank-ass ho.

- Stop calling me that!

Stop calling me that!

- Hey, come on. Leave it.

- You're pretty hot when you're mad.

- Screw you!

- Lola, walk away!

- Just get out of here. Leave it. Come on.

- Are you kidding me?

Come on, come on, leave it. Seriously.

- Lola, stop.

- Come on, come on.

- I can't believe I ever dated you.

- Get off, dude.

Kyle, the hero.

Look, it's not my fault.

He won't quit harassing me.

You wish.

Now you guys are harassing me.

Please don't call my mom.

- Give me your phone.

- No, Mom, please, you can't do that.

Yes, I can. Bad grades are one thing,

but this is unacceptable.

- Mom, I swear it's not my fault.

- Whose fault is it, then?

I don't want to talk about it.

Fine! You don't want to talk about it,

then give me your phone.

I don't have it. It's at Janice's.

It's at Janice's. Mom.

No, Mom! That's not fair!

You want to know what's not fair

is me being called out of a client meeting

- because you started a fight in school.

- It's not my fault.

And you know what, that whole little

Friday night get-together deal is off.

Chad called me a ho, okay?

Do you want me to let it go

and say thank you?

Your Chad?

He's not my Chad anymore, Mom.

Why did he call you that?

God, do you have to know everything?

Yeah, I do if you want your phone back.

- That's blackmail, Mom!

- I know.

- Stop.

- And look here.

- You're getting a text from Emily.

- No.

- And she says, "Hey."

- Mom, stop!

Chad slept with somebody else,

so to pretend I was okay with it,

I said that I did, too. Okay?

- Did you?

- No.

Is that all you care about

is if I had sex or not?

No, that is not all that I care about.

I don't want you making stupid mistakes

out of spite.

Baby, I care about you.

I know. I'm sorry, Mom.

Why didn't you talk to me?

- I love you, Mom.

- I love you, baby.

Can I have my phone back now?

And have my party on Friday?

Two friends.

Six.

- Four.

- Deal.

"L can't love him, but I do.

I feel so real with him.

"If he figures it out,

it will totally ruin our friendship.

"Okay, I'm just going to have to hide it."

Hey, Lol?

Maybe we should...

I don't want Chad to get the wrong idea.

He's so jealous.

I don't blame him.

Well, I'm flattered

you still want to hang out with me.

I love hanging outwith you.

Go.

- Okay, I'll see you later.

- See you later.

Where's my chicken?

Jackson!

My chicken.

Jackson.

- What?

- My chicken. Where is it?

How should I know?

Oh, really? What is that?

- Mom, I swear...

- I will not tolerate lying in my home.

L hate my life.

Wait, where did you say you were going?

It's just a spa weekend with the girls.

What girls?

Actually, you don't know them.

You have friends that I don't know?

Like who?

So, wait, why aren't Emma and Ethan

going with Dad?

Because he's going out of town

this weekend.

- So, Mom...

- Yes, dear.

- You got this covered?

- Yes, dear.

- She gets to have three friends.

- Only three. I mean it.

- And pizza.

- Only pizza. That's it.

I kind of want Chinese.

And don't let them sweet-talk you,

because they are ruthless.

- Me?

- Really? What a surprise! Chinese it is.

- Okay, here you go.

- Here's your bag.

Are you guys trying to get rid of me?

- No.

- Yes.

- Bye.

'Bye-bye.

- Love you, Mom.

- Love you.

- Party time.

- No way. Three friends.

- Come on.

- Maybe five.

- Come on.

- Just five.

You know when she says three,

she means like 30.

- No, she doesn't.

- Come on. Be cool.

That's as cool as I get.

You knew she was gonna go

spend the weekend with Dad.

Yes, it's so romantic.

They're sneaking around like teenagers.

Unfortunately, teenagers

aren't like that anymore.

Oh, sweet pea.

They're so cute.

I guess so.

- So, do you play basketball?

- Yeah, I play a lot.

- How tall are you?

- I'm about 6'2".

Excuse me, ma'am.

Would you like something to drink?

Thank you, honey.

I'll have a Coke with a little scotch.

Actually, make that a scotch

with a little Coke.

Not so much.

Listen, this is going to help her sleep,

then we're going to party all night.

I'm gonna go to hell.

You're such a chicken.

- Here's your drink.

- Thanks, sweetie.

- So, how is it?

- It's good.

Thank you for making me a drink.

But then she never called me back.

I see you. Where you going?

Wait, I'm going to call you later, all right?

See you, Wen.

Wen, Wen, is that your T-shirt?

I don't know.

Okay, shut up.

No, but is it vintage?

- Is it vintage?

- Or is it new?

- I don't know.

- Are there a lot of them?

Did you borrow it from somebody else?

No, no, it's neither.

Oh, dear God! Okay...

I'm just... Okay.

- I'm gonna go.

- Are you all right?

- I really want to kiss you.

- Me too.

Let's party, yeah!

Friendship is not that easy to turn into love.

Good news, we laughed a lot,

and I just think we both weren't ready.

But still, it was a perfect night.

Bad news?

Mom left Dad again and she came home

a little bit earlier than I expected.

Lola!

Honey, I'll help you with the garbage.

Thanks, Mom, you've done enough.

Hey, Mom.

What first, joints or condoms?

- It wasn't me.

- That's not funny, Mom.

- I can explain.

- I would so love for you to explain.

- I know that this looks bad.

- It looks really bad.

Mom, I had no idea

that these people were coming.

L just had my friends.

People from school showed up.

- I don't know how this happened.

- Mom, how could you let this happen?

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