Odd Girl Out Page #5

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I really do love you, man.

You're like... my... twin brother.

You're white but you're my twin brother.

Man, this is some kind of brazilian.

How are you feeling?

A little better.

- How much did you drink last night?

- I don't know.

I just remember feeling unusually

happy and having a really good time -

and then like somebody picked up

the room and started spinning it.

I don't know, I'm an idiot.

Think of it as a rite of passage.

Go easy next time.

Thanks for taking care of me.

See you after lunch. We

have stuff to do today.

Yeah, I know.

Drop back, pump it and

then throw the ball.

Alright, I can do that.

No, you're telegraphing,

you're way telegraphing.

Watch me behind me how I do.

- What is it?

- What's what?

That's sticking me in my ass.

We're meant to be playing football.

It's not my fault. I'm sorry.

It's your thing, not mine.

Yeah, but you're behind the wheel.

I guess that means you

find me attractive.

No actually, that means

you find me attractive.

Let's not read too much into it, OK.

This thing finds anything attractive.

That is such a guy thing to say.

Can we just keep playing

football, please?

Sure, as long as you keep

my dick out of your butt.

Ah, came through the windows!

One of the many skills

I've acquired lately.

Keep our voices down. If my mom knows

I have a boy in my room

she'd spontaneously combust.

I'm trying to settle what

to wear for your interview.

Navy suit, white blouse

and sensible shoes.

You don't think something

a little hotter?

It's an interview...

- You're joking.

- At least something I can control.

I've been thinking.

While we're like this -

I wonder if it would make sense if...

we could go to the

Homecoming dance together.

Not only because, well, who else

would we go with? I don't wanna get

stuck with pencil neck all night.

It wouldn't be a date.

- I'd like that.

- Great. It's a date.

A non-date date.

Nell, wash hands! Dinner!

My cue to go.

Not a real date.

It's alright! I'm OK!

I will be kinda late tomorrow.

Kind of.

Kind of late tomorrow.

What is with you at the moment? Ted?

Sometimes I feel as though I

don't know who you are anymore.

She's growing up, Katherine.

So, are you going to tell me

what you're doing or is it a secret?

It's no secret, I'm

studying with Woody.

Again?

Yeah, you've got a problem with that?

If you want to waste your

valuable time it's your affair.

Who says I'm wasting my time?

Oh Nell, you only have

to look at the boy.

What's wrong with him?

He's stupid, he's

trouble and he's a loser.

You told me so yourself.

There's nothing you can do to

change that. Look at his family.

That's basic genetics.

Hi, Mr Bedworth.

Is Nell around?

She's gone back to

school, son, she said...

she had to do some

extra studying. She has

her interview with Yale tomorrow.

Thanks.

- So, how have you been, Mr. Bedworth?

- I'm fine, Woody, just fine.

- Well, give my best to your wife.

- I will do.

What are you trying to do?

- Stop, you're gonna hurt yourself!

- Back off!

Why are you doing this?

Because this is who I am.

This is all I've ever been.

And now not even that.

Football's not who you are.

You don't get it, do you?

- People like you never do.

- People like me?

What exactly is it people

like me don't get?

People like me!

Then educate me, please!

We like to play ball.

Maybe we're even pretty good at it.

Maybe we get accepted to some

second rate sh*t kicker college -

or maybe we go work with our dad

at the spatula store. Who knows?

But what we don't get is a great job,

a big apartment in the city -

and a Yale education.

So that's what this is

about. The interview?

I don't know!

- It's OK to be nervous.

- Nothing is OK. Nothing!

Tomorrow I'm supposed to be playing

the most important game of my life.

This is my destiny. Mine!

I'm not supposed to be

attending some college interwiew.

So we got the wrong lives. Sometimes

you just gotta get on with life.

Let things fall into place.

Do me a favour.

Save your inspirational speeches

for someone who gives a damn.

I know who I am.

I'm a loser, I'm trouble and

I'm stupid. Basic genetics.

Can't help it.

Funny. I never took you for a quitter.

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You can go in.

Miss Bedworth?

Please take a seat.

One of the qualities we hope for in

any of our students is their passion.

Your turn papers and test

results are exemplary.

But your love and

knowledge of literature...

is rare in a person of your years.

Thank you, but it's an

important part of my life.

Go on.

Poetry, for instance -

I like the way that it can

articulate and express feelings -

complicated and difficult feelings

that you can't express literally.

What about modern literature?

Are there any contemporary writers

and poets you particularly admire?

No. Not really.

Oh. Why is that?

Because they suck?

Welcome everybody to Homecoming,

the biggest game of the year.

Surely if poetry is

no longer relevant -

poets and their art form

are doomed to extincition.

I think that will be all.

Actually, I do like some modern poets.

In fact I love them.

50 Cent, Pete Pablo, Marshal Mathers.

I don't think I'm

familiar with their works.

Well, they're rap artists.

And you consider that to be poetry?

Absolutely. It's urban poetry, sir.

They talk about their lives and

experiences. They can be very brutal -

but often under a coat of humour.

Dark humour. Here, check it out.

Applauds for the home theme.

The Westdale Bay Beavers!

That's my boy!

Applauds for the

quarterback, Woody Deanne!

Woody Deanne!

That's my boy!

Wait!

Here we go!

Number 83, Johnny Chancer.

Hey you, leave him alone or

I'll sock you around!

Touchdown for The Razorbacks, folks!

Touchdown for The Razorbacks.

As they take the lead, 14-0,

early in the fourth quarter.

There's still time folks, as Woody

Deanne takes the play.

12th yard loss. This is

really unusual, folks.

You just messed with the wrong girl.

Hi Nell. I didn't know

football was your bag.

I just came to cheer the team.

We're not doing too good.

That's my boy! He's my boy!

Touchdown for The

Beavers by Harry the Horse!

- Sit your fat arse down!

- Point taken, my good woman.

- Do you want some of the dog?

- Yeah, thanks.

Thanks, dad.

This is it, folks.

Only 5 seconds to go.

Time for one more play. This is

make or break for The Beavers.

Ready?

That's it, girl!

Touchdown!

The Westdale Beavers wins

at the very last moment!

It's a touchdown by Woody

Deanne and The Beavers wins!

What are you waiting here for?

Woody! You're the man!

Thanks.

Great game, son.

- Decided for a college yet?

- I've had my heart set on Yale

since I was a little girl.

That's funny. You know what,

get your parents to give me call.

We're not Yale, but I think you

might like what we have to offer.

- Thank you so much.

- No problem. Great game.

You did it! You were great!

Did you see me out there?

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