Wasted on the Young Page #2

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- I'm waiting for someone.

- Oh, no. Not Darren?

- Stay away, girlfriend. He's bad news.

- Excuse me?

Aim higher. You're cute enough.

Feel free to be abrasive.

I don't mind at all.

Whatever. Let's go. Come on.

Uh...

- Come on, let's have some fun for once.

- Yeah.

OK.

They sure as hell don't

test for this sh*t. I'm fired up.

- Let's get laid.

- Oh, you dog, you.

Hey, Daz.

This is that girl right there.

She just gave me a private show.

Are you gonna hook up with Xandrie

tonight?

- Only if you film it.

- It's just that you're a bit late.

- I just want to speak to...

- I think not.

Unless you're gonna suck me

better than one of these chicks,

you can just suck me.

Hey, turd boy!

Get out. Get out.

There you go.

I'm out, guys.

Awesome party, man. See you later.

- See ya.

- Yeah.

End of an era.

The last year of our career,

then we're done.

We're old, old men, out of school.

Getting old's for c*nts.

Real men stay young.

Well, life is about to end, anyway.

What?

We're dead already!

This is the afterlife, so party!

- It's a Buddhist thing.

- You're f***ed, man.

You're all talk, bro.

Xan? Xan, come on, I'll take you home.

So you're right to drive?

Techno music thumps

Relax, man. You're probably

getting all worked up over nothing.

Yeah, so where is she?

I don't know, dude.

Just sounds like a good party to me.

Yeah. It f***ing rocked!

- Were you two even going out?

- Shay, that's not the point.

- Dude, tell your dad.

- Which one?

Biological

or that thing that fucks my mother?

In that case, Darren,

I guess you're on your own.

Thanks, Shay. I usually am.

'In the Oresteia,

the royal line survives

through combined human

and divine justice

but only because the gods relent.

The message repeated

throughout the trilogy

that the doer suffers and learns.

Justice, and the gods' own

closed and immortal world

is largely the same

as that of mortal men.

Anything is punished

that threatens the stability...'

Come on, man!

Hi. No, it's me. Darren.

Sure.

Hey.

Hey. Where is she?

I thought you'd know.

Oh, I should have just stayed with her.

Why?

Ella, what happened?

- Alright?

- Yeah, thanks.

Awesome party.

Do I know you?

Sorry, Zack. Let's just bail. Let's go.

I'm just kidding, man.

I'm just messing with you.

OK.

Sort him out, will you?

Here comes your in-law.

What's up?

I just, uh... spoke to Ella.

- Who?

- Dyke.

Xandrie's friend.

Um, OK. Why, what did she say to you?

- What happened to Xandrie?

- Why, what have you heard?

I'm asking you.

- OK, let's talk at home, alright?

- Did you sleep with her?

Did I sleep with her? Um...

Daz, she f***ed most of us.

OK?

It happens. Alright?

Hey, how's my physics coming along,

by the way?

I'll get around to it.

Good man.

Nice walking with you.

Yeah, I enjoy our little chats.

I'll come watch you poolside, or...

Yeah, that'd be cool.

Wait. Uh...

You probably don't

want to be seen with me.

- What do you mean?

- Well, you know how things work.

It'd be unpopular.

Everybody knows what happens

to flowers in adversity.

Not around here.

Bad is never good until worse happens.

You're turning me down.

How sensible of you.

Hey, you're home.

I'm not doing your physics.

Why not?

I'm busy.

Your mum's busy.

Not funny.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Hey, Jon, can we talk?

What's going on?

Tell me what happened at the party.

Watch yourself, Daz.

- Did something happen?

- I didn't say that.

Well, just tell me, please?

I don't know, man. She was wasted.

I didn't even see her.

Now you're just f***ing dead.

You're an idiot.

Wait, wait, wait!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

F*** you, man!

Where's Xandrie?

I can't tell you, man.

You know I can't.

F***.

Sorry, Daz.

They'll kill me, man.

You know they'll kill me.

You're confusing me, Darren.

About your homework?

Tell me what you're doing.

What you think you're doing.

You did something you shouldn't have?

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

OK, OK.

OK, if you say so.

Now you're getting it.

Cassi know you drive it like that?

Christ. Would that mean

I'm hiding something from my parents?

Hey, Daz!

Hey. Hey!

- It's really good to see you.

- Yeah, you too.

See you guys later.

- Hey, babes.

- Hi.

So you're back.

With a vengeance.

- That's great, babe.

- Courageous. Hi, um...

Ella. We've met, actually.

So, what's up?

Just wanted to check in, babe.

See how you're going.

Mm, I'm fine.

Really?

I heard you got really trashed

and, like, hooked up with Zack and Brook

and then got arrested or whatever.

Probably confused. My dad picked me up.

Oh.

You should know all this.

It's your word against ours.

Ooh, words.

Oh, my God.

I want to call home.

I don't know.

I don't know!

Please, can you come and pick me up?

Just come and pick me up!

You know she dragged me to that

stupid party so she could see you.

- You blame me for what happened?

- Hi, Ella Mathews.

I don't need to blame you.

Can I have some quiet, please?

Didn't you beat up Jonathan?

- A little.

- Why?

I don't know. He deserved it.

Like you got Brook off my back

when he was stalking me with those pics?

Yeah, something like that.

Darren, being nice for other people

is not the same as being nice to them.

- Sometimes you just need to...

- Why are you here?

I'm worried.

Don't be.

You selfish prick.

I'm talking about her.

Chicks like that get upset

when they do things

they're not proud of.

She's not even the problem, OK?

What do you mean, the cops?

Dude, how old are you?

I mean the rest of the school.

She's gonna get them excited,

they start the usual jibber-jabber.

If my parents hear anything

about some girl...

Just relax, OK?

Look...

..people don't even

make their own decisions anyway.

They just go with whatever sounds right.

Keep it cool.

- What?

- I should just throw another party.

F***, no! Why would you do that?

- Because people are easy.

- We're so on it.

Yeah, it'll be fun.

Done.

Brooky, you're not talking.

Doesn't matter if I get the state title,

does it?

If I cop a charge,

I'm not going anywhere.

A charge for what? Nothing happened.

You're f***ing dead!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Take it easy, take it easy.

He hasn't done anything. Have you, Daz?

He says nothing in response.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

He's got his head in our sh*t

and you're gonna let him walk away?

He's my brother. Just leave him alone.

- Don't do that.

- Do what?

Just don't.

- I don't like it.

- You don't f***ing have to.

OK?

Is everything alright?

I don't know, man.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess.

- What was he looking for?

- Beats me.

Come on, let's eat.

I'm out, guys.

Awesome party, man. See ya later.

Boys.

End of an era.

The last year of our career,

then we're done!

Getting old's for c*nts.

Real men stay young.

You're all talk, bro.

What are you doing, bro?

Teaching you a lesson.

Oh, bullshit.

- Hey, watch the master.

- Bullshit you're going first.

Fine. Go on. Hurry up, then.

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