Save the Last Dance Page #6

We spend more time defending

our relationship than having one.

- It's just so hard.

- So everything's got to be easy?

- That's the story of your life.

- You know this much about my life.

When sh*t gets a little rough,

you punk out.

You punked out on ballet

when your mom died.

You don't know sh*t about my mother.

How dare you talk about my mom!

God!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that.

It's just that... all this sh*t has

kind of caught me off guard.

I mean, it's like, damn,

like you don't want to be with me.

Is that what you're saying,

that you don't want to be with me?

No, it's not like that.

I'm just trying to tell you how I feel.

- And you're taking it personal.

- Let me tell you something.

I hit the best friend I have

in the face over you.

I've been taking sh*t from people

I've known all my life

so that I could be with you,

thinking that we're in this together.

So don't give me

all this "nothing personal" sh*t.

Fine. If I'm messing up your life so much,

maybe we shouldn't be together.

You know what? I don't need this sh*t.

I don't even know why I bothered.

I'm out. To hell with it.

To hell with you.

Hey, man. About the other night,

I don't want there to be any...

Don't even worry about it.

My jaw is not made of glass.

Yeah, well, you know,

blood's thicker than blondes, right?

So, you got my back on Saturday?

Derek... I ain't got nobody else, man.

- You got Lip.

- Lip?

That fool will get

a n*gger killed quick.

No, I need you there.

47th street, under the El.

I'll call you, man.

Are you down?

Yeah, I'm down.

Let me get to class

and get some education, like you.

I don't want to bug you,

I just came in here to say good luck.

So, tomorrow is the big day?

Yes.

- Are you scared?

- Shitless.

You got a minute for your old man?

I want to show you something.

Sure.

Be careful. That wall is still wet.

That's your mother when she was 19.

When I first met her.

I know.

It's just a start.

I know you're too old for a twin bed.

It's a nice bed, Roy.

I didn't mean to mess up your life.

Or your mother's.

And I don't deserve a second chance

to be your father.

But I'm hoping

you'll give me one anyway.

Way back when...

I had all the time in the world

to get to know you.

For you to get to know me.

But one day you wake up,

you look around.

All you've got to show for yourself

is a beautiful, talented little girl.

A young woman...

...who hates you...

- I don't hate you.

I miss her.

I miss her so much.

God, everything is so screwed up!

Derek is mad at me,

he's not gonna come tomorrow.

I want him to be there.

I need him to be there.

I just want someone there

who loves me.

I love you.

- Why are you so quiet?

- I don't feel like talking.

Derek, there's something

I ought to tell you.

- I said something to Sara.

- What? What did you say?

Stuff... How maybe Nikki had a point

about black men and white women.

- What? You said what?

- I'm sorry, I...

I don't even like Nikki.

I was tripping off Kenny.

You can't help who you love, Derek.

You're not supposed to.

When you love somebody, you love them.

Look at me. At least you found

somebody who loves you back.

I've got to go.

- Where are you going?

- Stay out of my business, Chenille.

I know what Malakai wants you to do.

Why you tripping off him?

All you're trying to do is get out of here.

Ain't no shame or blame in that.

It's getting cold out here.

Take that baby inside.

Hey.

Hey.

Kai! I've been trying

to catch up with you.

- I gotta talk to you.

- Ready to roll?

I gotta talk to you.

- What's up?

- Look, man. I ain't going with you.

What do you mean?

Did you come here to waste my time?

This sh*t is nonsense, Kai.

Dangerous nonsense.

Just back up off it, man.

I'll go with you if you go home.

Get the hell away from me,

you punk-ass b*tch!

You're the one who don't have

the balls to walk away from this sh*t.

I should've took you to jail with me.

But you didn't. So you do not

have to get in that car.

Malakai, you are

so much smarter than this sh*t.

I know what you can be.

I know what you're capable of.

- Let's just walk away.

- Walk away to what?

I'm not you, Derek! I can't do

nothing but what I'm doing.

I can't go to Georgetown

with a 10.0 GPA.

Operating on people,

doing brain surgery.

Yes, you can, man.

If I can do it, you can do it.

All I have is my respect,

and that's what I gotta take care of.

You want to bail out on me?

That's fine.

But you can kiss my ass

with all your future bullshit.

I know who the hell I am. Right now.

Kai, man, wait, man...

Let's go, man.

Sara?

Ready to go?

Yes. Yes.

Sara!

Sara Johnson?

Miss Johnson, we meet again.

- You prepared a contemporary piece?

- Yes, sir. They have my music.

Hold it. Hold it, cut the music.

I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't ready.

Are you ready now?

Yes, sir, she's ready!

Young man, excuse me,

this is an audition.

Who let him in?

How did he get in?

He's not supposed to be here.

- Young man!

- You can do this.

- I can't. It's too late.

- It's not too late.

Miss Johnson?

You can do it.

- Sara, you were born to do it.

- Miss Johnson?

- That judge hates me.

- Forget him.

Ain't nobody watching you

but me. All right?

Now, show me some attitude.

Miss Johnson,

we don't have time for this.

Are you ready to continue?

- Miss Johnson?

- I'm ready.

Yes! That's what I'm

talking about, baby!

Hey, look, all due respect, if you

don't let this girl in, you're crazy.

Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.

Miss Johnson!

I can't say this on the record yet...

But welcome to Julliard.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, yeah, hype it up, everybody!

Because it's Main Squeeze night.

Hi! I heard you got into Julliard.

That's like the hottest school

on the planet, right?

Yeah, it's pretty good.

I know they got all these

famous dance teachers and sh*t.

But if you need some new moves,

some real flavour...

You know who to call.

All right?

All right.

- Congratulations!

- Thank you.

Hold it, hold it, hold it.

- Say "Thank you, Snookie".

- Thank you, Snookie.

Get your asses on the floor.

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