Tamara Page #3

- It doesn't matter. It happened.

And what we did after

was inexcusable.

- I don't want excuses.

- What do you want?

You'll see.

You guys,

what did she mean by that?

What was that sh*t

about it being my idea?

Shut up.

Maybe she just wants

to forget all this.

You seriously believe that?

Why not? You and I

were always nice to her.

Yes, until we buried her

in the woods.

How do we even know it was

really her? I mean, look at her.

- What if that magic...

- Don't start with that again.

You know, enough!

Something happened

in those woods.

I'm gonna find out what.

Here it is.

What if she's still here?

She dug herself out.

Why didn't she suffocate?

No! No!

- What is it?

- She's here!

- Chloe, it's empty.

- I saw her.

Come on, it's alright. Look.

See?

What is it?

It's a spell. But there's so much

blood, I can't make it out.

See? I told you.

She's a f***ing witch.

Dude, keep it up

and I'm gonna bury you.

Maybe he's right.

Tamara, what are you doing here?

The door was unlocked.

I needed to talk to someone.

- Well, Alison's at school.

- I can wait.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Please, Mr. Natolly?

I've been through so much lately.

And now with Roger.

Okay. She should be home soon.

You know?. I've been thinking

about what happened between us.

Nothing happened.

But, I'm sorry if I misled you.

Did you?

- I didn't...

- Look at me, Mr. Natolly.

- Look, it was a misunderstanding.

- Look at me.

It's getting wet.

What?

The table.

Are you gonna drink that?

So, do you like my new look?

I liked you the way you were.

This is me, Mr. Natolly.

Not that pathetic weakling

you felt sorry for.

I've never felt sorry for you.

And you shouldn't change

to please people.

I've changed

because I want to be pleased.

Do you have any suggestions

on pleasing me, Teach?

- Tamara, stop.

- Do you want me to?

- You should leave.

- Should I?

I love my wife.

Well, aren't you loyal?

But it's only a matter of time,

Bill. I know you want me.

I can see how much.

Hi, Tamara. Come on in.

I'm sorry

I missed you last night.

Don't worry. Mr. Natolly made me

feel much better.

I know. But let's talk about you.

- You want to analyze me?

- I want to know how you're doing.

Roger's death came

as a tremendous shock.

The whole thing's got me thinking

about what's really important.

You know, like finding true love,

having a family...

You're so young. You've got

your whole life ahead of you.

I'm afraid to end up

in my thirties...

and find myself in a marriage

not as happy as it used to be...

worried it's my fault for I can't

give my husband what he wants.

And even though I like

to think I'm strong...

there's a small part of me

that knows...

there are so many hot

young geris who want him.

Is everything all right?

Yes. I am so sorry.

I think I have

another appointment.

- Can we finish this later?

- I'd love that.

In case you didn't get

the moral of my story...

let me spell it out for you.

You'll never give Bill children.

It looks like things got personal

during your chats with Tamara.

What are you talking about?

She knows we've had trouble

conceiving and I didn't tell her.

Well, I certainly didn't.

Then, how does she know, Bill?

How are you doing? Party

tomorrow night at my house, okay?

Did you get a load of those two?

Some of my drink specials, I'll

be hot dogging them all night.

- God, you're such an ass.

- As long as I'm getting ass.

What are you, a rabbit?

Why don't you eat something

and get ready to party?

Thanks. But suddenly I'm

not feeling very festive.

You're letting

that freak get to you?

I'm not letting that b*tch

ruin my senior year.

Are you with me, bro?

Yes, f*** Tamara.

We'll be there.

Tamara!

My classroom, now!

Sit down!

So forceful, Mr. Natolly.

How'd you know about mine

and Alison's personal problems?

- You two are having problems?

- Don't play games with me.

How did you know?.

What's come over you?

- You have.

- Stop it!

What did you say to Alison?

Forget about Alison. She could

never give you the things I can!

I have everything I want.

Just leave me alone, okay?

Not yet.

Something is going on

between Tamara and Mr. Natolly.

What?

I'm not pregnant.

You look beautiful.

Come and give me a hug.

You like touching me, don't you?

I just want some affection.

You're my girl.

We're all we've got.

l can still smell her perfume.

I can still smell her perfume.

If you loved mom as much

as you love that bottle...

then maybe she

wouldn't have left.

And you wouldn't be chasing

your own daughter, you bastard.

You love that bottle, don't you?

Then finish it, daddy.

The whole thing.

There's more in the fridge.

I shouldn't drink.

I'm already really buzzed.

- And these are so strong.

- They're my special mix.

Don't worry, geris.

I'm gonna take care of you.

You know what I'm talking about!

This is a private party.

You are not invited.

Really?

l'm not going to jail.

I'm not going to jail.

l'm not going to jail.

I'm not going to jail.

Not yet.

Get me a drink.

This is messed up.

Something's wrong with Patrick.

She's got to be up to something.

Why the hell did you bring that?

The spell has something

to do with how she's changed.

I want to confront her with it

here. There's a lot of people.

Maybe she's messing

with Mr. Natolly, too.

I'm glad you all decided to stop

by. This party should be killer.

I've got to go to the bathroom.

- Come with?

- Sure.

I don't believe this sh*t!

What in the hell are you doing?

- What did you do to him?

- This.

lt's five against one.

It's five against one.

You want me, don't you?

More than all those geris

you took to that cheap hotel...

drugged and f***ed?

You know what would

really turn me on?

I want you to know what

it's like to feel helpless...

to be taken advantage of.

So, who's gonna pitch

and who's gonna catch?

Eenie, meenie, minie, moe.

Well, Patrick, it looks

like you're the bottom.

So, go on, Shawn.

Give me a show.

He went towards the bedrooms

with Tamara and Patrick.

What?

He followed her.

He was acting all weird.

Like Patrick.

- Kisha, wait!

- No!

Kisha?

Shawn? Shawn, stop it! Stop!

Leave him alone.

You are so beautiful.

I used to envy you.

Your perfect body, flawless skin.

But, deep down, when you look

at yourself, what do you see?

A girl so vain.

So desperate to keep her man,

she'll do anything.

Does loverboy know what you did

to make yourself beautiful?

Does he?

Actually, you're skin and bones,

Kisha. You should eat more.

- What happened? Are you okay?

- We heard you scream.

I'm starving.

What happened up there?

Alright. Come on, let's go.

Come on.

I'm calling Mr. Natolly.

Why'd you want to meet him here?

You're not going to tell him,

are you?

- Chloe?

- I'm done lying.

- We could go to jail.

- And the alternative is better?

I'm sorry, Shawn can't come to

the phone. He's f***ing Patrick.

We're meeting Mr. Natolly.

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