Social Nightmare Page #5

I didn't tell Joan anything.

We're done!

Daniel!

No.

No!

No.

Aw, poor baby.

You should have kept my

name out of your mouth.

You told Mrs. Langran

that I wrote that list?

Now she wants to get me

kicked out of school.

Why are you doing this to me?

I didn't do anything

to you, yet.

When my mom finds out,

she's gonna beat my ass,

so I'm gonna

beat your ass first!

Get her!

Yeah!

Come on!

That'll teach her.

Yeah!

Stop it, girls!

What are you doing?

Get off her! Now!

I'm talking to all of you!

Right now!

Your students have lost

your minds today.

It was Haylee.

Yes, I know.

She's going to be

dealt with for fighting.

She did the other stuff, too,

the list and the hacking.

Cat, I looked into it.

I don't think she did it.

Nobody believes me.

I want to believe you,

I really do,

but your story,

it's just not lining up.

Cat.

Emily?

Why are you helping me?

Well, jeez, Cat,

I'm mad at you,

but I don't hate you.

Thanks.

Okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Oh, my God. Baby.

Oh, baby.

Hi, Mom.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my baby.

I came as soon as the

principal called me.

Here, come in. Here.

Just lay down here.

Oh, careful, honey.

Careful. Lie down.

Maybe... Maybe I could

come by later?

If you feel like you have to,

but maybe tomorrow

would be better.

I'm starting to think maybe she

didn't do all those things.

I'm her mother. I know.

We'll get you to the doctor.

Do you have trouble

sleeping at night?

Lately, yeah.

Yeah, she has a

history of anxiety.

Oh. That's...

No, that's not in her file.

Well, it wasn't diagnosed,

but she always had panic

attacks when she was a kid.

Does anxiety

run in your family?

No.

Depression or...

No.

Well, there was some trouble

when I had a pregnancy,

um, a miscarriage.

Um, but they said that

that was just hormonal.

Okay, I'm gonna prescribe something

for you, Cat, for the pain,

uh, just enough

for the next few days.

And I can prescribe

a mild antidepressant.

Do you think that's necessary?

Well, if anxiety is negatively

affecting her life, I...

I don't have anxiety.

Cat, please.

Have you had heart palpitations

or trouble breathing?

Do you feel like you've

had panic attacks?

Uh...

Yes.

I'm asking you, Cat.

Um...

yes.

Do you want to try

the antidepressants?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

We'll get you started on a

low dose of Alprazolam.

Is it safe?

It'll take her body

a little while

to get adjusted

to the medication,

but after that, she'll be fine.

Okay.

Okay.

It'll be good.

This is gonna

help you, sweetie.

Okay.

Good morning.

How are you feeling?

Sore.

Pain meds.

Happy pill.

Go on, baby.

Good girl.

They make my throat dry.

I'll get you more juice.

Em's coming over.

I think she wants to make up.

Do you trust her?

She was nice to me yesterday.

Maybe she feels bad.

Just be careful.

Let me know

if you need anything.

All righty,

I'm out of here, Dad!

I got it!

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Herb, Herbert.

You are so beautiful.

You're even more beautiful

than your picture.

Excuse me?

Are... Are you here

to see my Dad?

I thought you said

we were gonna be alone.

Dad!

That's no way to treat

your Honey Daddy!

Get the hell out of here!

Dude!

He knew my name.

Hey! Hey, I want

to talk to you!

Honey Daddy.

I'm calling the police.

I wrote down his plate number.

Oh, my God.

Emily? They need

to talk to you!

Okay. Coming!

Emily.

"I'm young and dumb

and ready to... "

What?

"I'll do anything

you want for the price

of a Coach bag,

anything at all. "

That has my real name on

it, Cat, and my address!

This is crazy.

What's going on out here?

You gonna tell her?

Tell me what?

Somebody posted...

Your daughter is sick.

Thanks for setting me up with

Herbert the pervert, Cat.

I really appreciate it.

You still think I'm

doing this, don't you?

That's a picture that you took!

That's on your bed!

Yeah, but I've told you and told you!

It's a hacker!

I-I've never

heard of that.

I've never heard of somebody

being able to take pictures

off your phone unless you

sent them somewhere first.

Who's hacking you, Bill Gates?

You seem to know

an awful lot about it.

You're both insane.

Okay, go home.

You win, okay?

You're better than me,

so just leave me alone,

and keep me out of your

sick little games!

Emily!

Shh, shh, shh.

It's okay, baby.

Here. Just take a breath.

Here. Sit down.

I feel like I'm losing my mind!

Sit down. It's okay, baby.

You're not losing your mind.

Cat, did you send that picture

of Emily to that website?

No!

Okay.

If you tell me, I believe you.

You're the only one.

Mom, can't you call

the police again?

Shh. Oh, honey.

I told you there's nothing

they can do about this.

Here.

You take another one of these.

No!

Yes. You're having

an anxiety attack.

Take one, baby. I'm right

here for you, okay?

Shh. Shh.

Breathe.

What should I do?

I don't know.

Just concentrate

on school, and...

I don't know... finish

your AP English exam.

You only have

a few months to go.

I mean, after graduation,

these people won't matter.

You'll never have to see any of them

ever again if you don't want to.

What would I do without you?

Oh, honey,

let's never find out, okay?

Ahem.

How you holding up?

Not great.

Uh, how's... how's Joan?

Mom's been keeping her home

until things calm down.

Yeah, that makes sense.

I just...

You know, I don't get

at all this stuff with Cat.

I mean, what do you think?

I think she's twisted.

First this nasty site

pops up mysteriously

with a picture of me,

a picture that Cat took.

Somebody sent it to the

admissions office at Yale.

Are you serious?

Em.

Now they've revoked

my acceptance.

Em.

I mean, It's not

like there aren't

plenty of sluts at Yale

anyway, you know?

I'm really, really sorry.

What?

Nothing.

Miss Hargroves.

In my office, please.

Great.

Let me guess.

Somebody sent you a link?

Your father's on his way.

She can't do that.

Come on, come on,

hand 'em over.

There are no term papers

good or bad,

but thinking makes it so.

Thank you.

Thank you.

No phones. Thank you.

Thank you.

Jess. Psst.

What did I just say

about the phones?

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna hit that.

Oh, my God.

I didn't know she was a slut.

What could be so fascinating?

Come on.

All right, I'll take that.

Hey!

Hey, that's my phone!

Come on.

Hey, if Daniel's done with you,

I don't mind sloppy seconds.

I'm just saying.

Hey, were... No, seriously,

were those silk?

Hey, I was just... Oh,

I was just kidding.

All right, all right!

Knock it off right now!

Whoo, Cat!

All right, all right,

knock it...

Oh, my God.

You!

You sent those pictures of me!

That's right.

Those were private!

So was what I said

to you about Joan.

So was the stuff you sent

to Yale about Emily, Cat!

What? You know what?

I don't even care anymore!

You can't just mess around

with peoples' lives

and expect to get away with it!

I don't get it. So you

sent those pictures of me

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