Poison Ivy: The Secret Society Page #2

Hmm.

I bet you're just dying to find out.

What do you want, Lea?

C's and D's on my transcript.

Since the arrival of your mother last year

prompted a sudden downturn in my GPA.

Really, I'm terribly sorry to hear that.

Maybe you should try...

...I don't know, studying for a change.

Of course, I'm sure you'll find a way

to persuade your professors.

Easy ones have been transferred

to different schools.

Sorry, Lea, can't change your grades.

We'll get to that.

Ah...

Right now, what I wanna know...

...is if this jeopardizes my chances

at the internship.

After all, it is traditionally granted

to the head of the Ivys.

By professors that are no longer here.

Yes, but your daddy...

...is the head of the new board,

the whole program.

And there might be some...

...idle chitchat...

...or discussion around the breakfast table

that might shed some insight.

Maybe I can help out.

Please.

You know, I had it on the tip of my...

Maybe I can jog your memory.

I'm sure you can.

Still foggy.

Oh...

I'm sorry, did you think

I was wearing panties?

Are you?

What you have...

...better be what I want.

That's funny. I was gonna say

the same thing.

Bite it.

Let's skip the cuddling.

I don't know, Lea.

I'm still a little bit cloudy.

Relax.

One name is being mentioned

as far as the prized internship is concerned.

And that is?

Daisy.

What?

That hillbilly freshman? Are you joking?

Dad seems smitten by her, and, I mean,

let's be real, what's not to like?

- Ugh, you've got to be kidding.

- Ha, ha.

Whatever you say, Lea,

but the girl is gold...

...and unfortunately for you,

she's one of the few you don't own.

Hmm.

I'll own her like a pet.

- A pet?

- Mm-hm.

You looking for a new friend?

Keep your friends close

and your enemies closer.

Oh, well, turning the farm girl

into an Ivy...

...is not gonna stop her

from getting the internship.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

So tell me...

...how can we fix those naughty grades

of mine?

Oh, yeah.

Well, I might have a friend...

...who has a friend who's privy to

classified information, passwords and such.

He might have the information you're

looking for, but there would be a price.

We could make this a regular thing.

Been there, done that,

bought the T-shirt.

- I could bring a friend.

- Ah...

Now we're talking.

Isabel seems like a nice girl.

Issy is a nice girl. I should know.

Now, you hack into your mommy's

little computer...

...and I'll make sure your little

perverted fantasies come true.

Deal?

See what I can do.

Wow.

We are gathered here

in the name of the sisterhood...

...founded in the strength of her members,

preserved by their accomplishments.

Each year, the sisterhood nominates

new women for membership.

These names are not to be written down

anywhere nor spoken in public.

There are two names up

for consideration.

Three names.

I hereby nominate...

...Christa Caldwell...

...Monique Price...

...and Daisy Brooks.

Good morning.

- Hey.

Hey, what's this box?

I don't know. It was delivered yesterday.

Ugh. He is a real gift-giving fool. Heh.

It's a cell phone.

- What?

- That's not from Blake.

- What do you mean? How do you know?

- Looks like you're being tapped by the Ivys.

- Wait, the what?

- Technically, they don't exist.

Technically, there's no sororities

or fraternities here anymore...

...but the Ivys, they're a secret society.

Why did they give this to me?

Beats me. If the Ivys want you,

there's a good reason for it.

- Do they want you?

- Heh.

Trust me, they don't want me.

I'll see you later.

Um, I put the photocopies

on, uh, Dean Graves' desk.

Great, thanks.

I can't.

Hello, Dean Graves' office.

Yeah, we'll send someone right over.

Daisy?

Admissions just called.

Can you go over

and pick up some files for us?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Hi, Daisy.

Is this from you?

Keep it. I'm Azalea.

We're in Professor Graves' class.

Right. Look, I'm just not really sure

what this is all about.

It's not easy, is it?

I'm sorry?

Losing your parents.

I lost my mother when I was 8...

...and my dad's been on, like, a 10-year

business trip, so I know, it sucks.

Yeah, it does.

But it doesn't have to.

We can help you, Daisy.

We can help redefine family for you.

Give you back that security blanket

that I know you miss.

Let us help you.

I do pretty well on my own.

Sure you do, for now.

I mean, you'll do well here and graduate,

even with honors, and then what?

You'll be dead broke and owe thousands

in student bills...

...and be stuck in some dead-end job

you're tied to...

...because you can't afford to take a risk.

A risk for something greater.

That won't be me.

The statistics say otherwise.

We can change that.

Think about it.

Disrupt any good lectures today?

Only with my brilliance.

What, that's it? Come on, Dad...

...don't stop the momentum now.

That was an awesome

conversation starter.

Well?

It's official. Alexis Baldwin's death

has been ruled an accident.

The investigation is being dropped.

Maybe now we can all find some closure.

Hopefully.

Well, forgive me

if dealing with a student's death...

...a grieving family and restoring

the reputation of this university...

...has inconvenienced you in some way.

Now, here's the old Graves family chats

we've come to know and love.

Joining us for dinner?

Actually, as appealing as that sounds...

...I have a date...

...with Daisy Brooks.

So it was either a night out with you...

...or another fantastic dinner

with my Norman Rockwell family.

Must be nice to be around

your parents so much.

Uh, if by "nice" you mean "suffocating,"

then, yeah, totally.

Heh, I just don't know if anyone really

wants their parents around all the time.

I'm sorry.

I totally for...

That was way inappropriate.

That's okay. Your father says

you're persistently inappropriate.

You speak to my father?

Oh, yeah, we're real close.

That makes one of us.

So you two don't get along?

That's an understatement.

Can we not talk about my parents?

- Sure.

- Thank you.

How about we talk about you?

Why do you like me, Blake?

What do you mean?

I mean, all the girls on campus,

and you're with me, the farm girl.

That's probably exactly why I like you.

You're different.

Yeah?

Trust me, it's refreshing.

Refreshing?

Heh. Lemonade is refreshing.

Iced tea is refreshing.

I didn't mean it like that.

Then how did you mean it?

Well...

...not only are you incredibly beautiful...

...but you're also funny...

...and smart...

...and sweet.

Go on.

Good morning, Mother.

You slept out last night.

I did.

Guess it's safe to assume

the date went well?

Gotta tell you, she's one nice girl.

Anything else?

She's been tapped.

By you or by them?

Both, actually.

You won't be seeing her anymore.

What if I like her?

Then like her from a distance.

Blake?

You've reached the automated Blake.

Leave a message and the real Blake

will get back to you.

Hey, it's Nadia.

How soon can you come into the office?

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