Wild Cherry Page #3

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I'm sorry.

Is she picking up?

No. God, what is the point in having a

cell phone if you don't pick it up?

Have you tried texting her?

I'm texting her right now.

Wait, one second.

It's Trish.

Okay.

You okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

You're beautiful.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

One second, one second. Hold on, hold on.

Heart candles.

Okay. Yeah.

Sorry.

It's okay.

It's okay.

If she has sex before

I do, I swear...

Keep going, keep going, come

on, a little bit faster.

I'm trying. You know,

the car only goes so fast. Sh*t!

Keep driving. If we can't make it fast

enough, then maybe somebody else can.

Just call 911 or something.

I don't know.

- Oh, wait wait wait wait. Uh, music.

- Okay.

- French music.

- Yeah.

I want this to be perfect.

Okay.

Sorry.

It's okay.

It's all right.

You know what?

Let me, uh, let me get on top.

Oh, okay.

Yeah.

So...

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

So, you know, like

what do you like?

What do you mean?

Are you up for anything or...

Yeah, anything would be great.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Watch out, red light.

You're gonna kill us!

Is it bleeding?

Not yet.

No? Okay.

It's good.

Don't worry about it. It's fine, it's fine.

No, it's fine, don't worry.

Did-did you

bring protection?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Got it.

Oh, sh*t.

You guys all right in here?

Where's the fire?

What?

There's no fire.

If there was we'd know.

My dad has sprinklers

installed everywhere.

Yeah, I know.

We called him, he's on his way.

What? Oh, God!

I'll call you later, all right?

Bye. I'll call you. Um,

Yeah. We'll do this again.

- Bye.

- Bye.

You girls are crazy.

I can't believe you called 911.

It was an emergency!

We told you the book was real.

Chase, you've never even seen it, okay?

You two are jealous or something.

You know, you're supposed to heat that

stuff up, by the way, before you eat lt.

And, no thanks. You know, we almost died

on the way over here trying to help you.

Okay, I'm sorry for

that, but by the way

I haven't eaten in three days getting

ready for Stanford to see me naked, okay?

And you two just ruined the most

important night of my life.

You'll thank us for this later.

For an imaginary book Stanford's

not even a part of? I'm sorry.

Go upstairs, get dressed, and I will show

you that the imaginary book is real.

No!

Go!

How do you even know

what we're looking for?

All she said was that X marks the

spot and we'd know it when we saw it.

She's so full of crap.

You guys, you guys,

stop. This is it.

Oh, my God.

Hang on, let's

flip to our year.

What did I tell you, man?

Ladies and gentlemen,

the bang book.

Here we go.

Oh, there's Stanford.

Stanford's not

that type of guy.

He's a guy. They're

all that type.

Oh, Chase, you've been

selected by Franklin.

I wouldn't even do

him if I was drunk.

At least you don't have Skeets.

Oh, my God, Hagatha is next to Marco.

That's what that was about.

And there's a check mark, too.

And Hannah said this is all

about a football superstition?

Yeah.

This can't be happening.

Hey.

I know.

Deep breaths, okay?

I can get

through this. Yeah.

Let's take a stand.

Let's make a pact.

Yeah.

No sex until they

destroy this book.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not get too hasty there.

Why don't we just torch it right now?

- 'Cause they'll just make another book.

- Oh, okay.

We need to teach

these guys a lesson.

Yes. I'm with

you, absolutely.

All right, I'm in. Let's give these

guys a taste of their own medicine.

It's payback time.

Sh*t. Put that away.

Put that away, away, away.

What do you mean

you got a plan?

Listen, I have a plan, okay?

What's your plan,

to be an idiot?

God.

Trust me, man, once a woman tastes

a man's nectar, she's his forever.

It's something to do with the chemical

composition of spooge. It's nature, man I

How you gonna do that though?

I'm not gonna reveal

my secrets to you.

Well, all I know is tonight

was definitely a bust.

Hey, what if we, ya know,

don't get into the book?

Not another word, spanky.

Yeah, sorry.

Oh, nice one, Dumpelstiltskin.

Oh, no, that wasn't me, man.

Well, it wasn't me, either.

Oh, yeah, right, you

ghostfarters, man up.

How red were her lips?

I don't know.

I mean, she was wearing lipstick.

Dude, it's cultural anthropology 101.

It's a primal animal thing.

When a woman puts on lipstick up here,

she's really mimicking her other, ya know.

Wah wah wee wee.

They're gonna hear us.

Hey, you shake it more than twice,

you're just playing with it, dude.

Yeah, I'd actually claim that.

I'm so sorry, you guys.

I never fart. I swear.

Bullshit.

Come on.

I-I gotta go. I'll be...

Take care of your sh*t.

We'll meet you in the hallway.

Let's get away

Just you and me

Let's get away

Let's laugh and play

Just feeling free

Come on let's move

And mount to the moon

Like lovers do

Dance until dawn

We'll watch the sun up here

Okay.

We saw the book.

It's real.

Now, we all have to be strong

together for a single cause.

And that cause is, destroying the

book and everything it stands for.

The way to do it? Don't have sex with any

guy until the football season's over.

What?

Yes, Sabrina.

I know everything with

this book is crazy

and I can only

speak for myself here.

But I wanna lose

my virginity, badly.

Of course!

But you don't want your first

time to be with some guy

that's using you to get his

name in a stupid book.

Yeah, I mean think of the stuff that

guys put us through over the years.

And for what?

So we can be sitting around the phone for

hours just waiting for them to call?

I mean, do we really

have to consider this?

When a guy sleeps with a million

girls, he's some big man on campus.

And we do and we get called sluts.

We have to take a stand.

Yes, Sabrina.

Just so I'm clear, blowj*bs

are in the gray area.

We're gonna need some help.

Are you guys sure we're

in the right place?

Tween Gaia worship.

They're hooking them while they're young now.

What's Gaia?

It's like witchcraft

or something.

It's actually a good read.

I was hoping someone from class would

come visit, but I'm glad it's you three.

Uh, some of us heard that

there's some kind of a place?

Like a back room of some sort?

Back room?

Yeah, you know,

like, back room.

The room in the back, the...

I'm just gonna stop talking now.

Oh.

Follow me.

It's not exactly a back room.

It's more of a secret garden.

A place for goddess worship.

Sit down, sisters.

Thank you.

Sit.

Now, tell me. This is about the

boys and football, isn't it?

Well, beware.

They will say anything

do anything in

order to have you.

They will dress

nice. Smell good.

They might write you a

poem, or serenade you.

They might even

say "I love you."

But let me explain

one thing to you.

One thing that you need to understand

with every fiber of your being.

The power of the p*ssy.

Excuse me?

The power of the p*ssy.

Okay, that's what

I thought you said.

In prehistory, women's power of

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