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You want to wax Drew's chest?

Yeah, for a cheer fundraiser.

Yes or no? I have a lot of other ideas. I only have one.

Are you trying to... No!

Okay, yes, but it's not my fault.

I'm a guy. We're, like, programmed to do that.

Look, I like you, Winston, but I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

I mean, we've only been dating for one month, two weeks, and four days, right?

Someone's been counting.

Plus, I don't want to get caught in a compromising position by my parents, who

are downstairs.

You mean like this?

Yeah. Frankie, how are you so ticklish?

I may vomit.

Buzz off, Hunter. Frank's mom's looking for you.

We need you at your dad's campaign event tomorrow.

This isn't what it looks like.

Winston. I'll see myself out.

No more boys in your room.

But Winston and I weren't doing anything.

And even if we were, I should be allowed, because one, I'm 14, and two,

has been way worse. Honey, this is different.

Why? Miles can't get pregnant. Sounds like a challenge. Neither can I because

I'm not having sex.

I'd like to keep it that way for the foreseeable future. But maybe you can

consider... No, Frankie.

This conversation is over.

I got us roller derby tickets.

You rule.

I love roller derby. Me too.

But what about Becky?

Can we roll them right now?

I don't know.

She's just so sad.

You know I can hear you, right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry I called you pathetic.

You didn't. But we don't blame you for being a little bit off. I mean...

You did just... I know your boyfriend knocked another girl out. Ex -boyfriend.

Are you high right now?

No, of course not. It is a million -dollar idea.

How? What use would a bird possibly have for a... And I'm done with being

pathetic.

I don't see Drew moping around because he totally messed everything up, so why

should I?

Which means I'm coming to Roller Derby tonight.

Whatever that is.

You won't feel like a third wheel?

No, because I'm going to bring someone.

Well, how are you going to find a date this fast?

Anyone do anything you think?

Do the internet.

I don't know. Not yet.

Where's Miles? He's in his class.

You think Maya knew?

Maybe she turned him.

What are you talking about?

Well, um, Miles is gay.

Yeah, maybe.

You know, he's probably kissing Tristan right now.

Can't have done that. I'm just going through some crap right now. Oh, Matlin.

Still holding out hope for Moneybag Miles?

So you really saw no signs?

No obsession with Don's music? Guys, seriously, it isn't funny.

You're telling me. When did we decide homophobic jokes were okay again? What

year is this?

Miles has been acting weird lately.

Skipping class and stuff. I'm worried something's wrong.

Because he's gay?

Who's homophobic now?

Let's talk fundraising, ladies.

We need ideas.

Because to be the best, we need to have the best stuff.

Best uniforms. Are you guys allowed to have boys in your rooms?

No, where else am I supposed to make out with them?

No boy's worthy of my room. How do I show my mom I deserve to be treated the

same as my stupid brothers?

So I shouldn't have to be a perfect little girl. What a double standard.

Plus, now Winston and I get less time together, which means we'll start to

apart and then he'll probably totally break up with me. Okay, crazy face, calm

down. Yeah, just, I'm just having some sexy pictures. That'll keep him happy.

You girls have something to share?

Yeah, I'd like to share my rage over the vicious double standards for girls and

boys. Now, this I want to hear.

Great example, oomph chat.

Guys get exactly what they want, boobs. What do girls get?

I don't want to see junk pics. If we do anything even a little bit sexy, we get

in trouble.

Boys are the sex -crazed idiots, and we're the ones getting called names.

Guys think they have a right to whatever they want, whenever they want it, and

no one will ever think differently of them. Yeah, exactly.

But girls can only be two things.

Perfect little girls or... Trollops. Exactly. Well, maybe it's time we turn

on its head.

Maybe it's time we get what we want for a change. Exactly.

Wait. What do we want?

Money.

Duh.

There has to be a better guy out there for me than Drew.

Yeah, okay.

So, would you like to have kids?

Well, not while I'm in high school.

Holla!

Eventually. Yeah.

Okay. And how important is God in your life?

Well, he hasn't been there for me lately. Because he works in a mysterious

I will put extremely important.

How close are you to your family?

They used to be my rock. And they will be again.

Sounds like extremely close.

Okay, last question.

What color best describes you? Red, yellow, purple, or gray? Duh, yellow.

Are you sure?

I've been feeling pretty blue lately.

Look, I know things are wonky right now, but this is Operation Reset Becky,

remember? Yellow equals sun, and sun equals old Becky.

Ergo... You're right.

Yellow it is.

100 % mad. That, like, never happens.

Christian, good family, loves charity work, and Chris likes roller derby.

There's only one way to find out.

Amy? Yeah!

Miles?

Intense daydream.

Need to talk?

I was just dreaming about this algebra test I'm really stressed about.

Really? It seemed pretty intense for a dream about schoolwork.

How could I say math? It's not my favorite subject.

Okay, but just remember I'm always around, and talking helps.

Let's see if your brilliant plan can work, Frankie. What plan?

Grace. Grace.

Love the piercings.

And your shirt.

Time is money, ladies. You've got ten seconds.

Ten. Frankie, tell her all that feminist oomph -champ mumble -jumbo you said at

practice. Nine.

I was just saying it sucks that girls are expected to n -chat nudes to guys

get nothing but trouble in return.

She thinks we need to charge.

Hold up. I don't want n -chatting nudes for money. Okay, well, I do.

Last term, guys distributed naked photos of me without my consent.

Now, if they want them, they'll have to pay. Eight. As much as I love a feminist

reclaiming of nudes, what does this have to do with me?

Seven. We need a website that'll send anonymous n -chat requests.

Can you do that? Offshore servers, proxies, six, doable.

Zoe, no, this is crazy. We also need to take payments secretly.

Five. Privy credit card should work.

Four. Zoe, no. What if someone screen grabs the pics? Who cares? No one will

know what's up. Three. This is a way to fix the double standard. Besides, didn't

you say you wanted to show your mom that you're not a perfect little girl?

Two. I didn't mean like this.

One. Time's up, pom -poms.

Wait. Will you help us?

Only if I keep 20%. Like I said, time is money.

Fine.

Glad you're doing business.

Frankie? You just saved PowerCheer.

Yay me.

Ladies, I have the perfect fundraiser.

Nude oomph traps for money.

You're joking. You'd think, but no. It's safe, anonymous, and it'll make us all

the money we need easily.

It all starts with a secret website.

Boys, pick a girl from a list of handouts.

They pay with a prepaid credit card and enter an oomphchat username.

That sends the girl a request.

Now, pick your time.

Protect us, there are rules.

No faces, no identifying backgrounds.

Just take a pic, send it back.

At a dollar a second, we'll have all the money we need in no time.

Let's vote.

All in favor? Wait, what if people find out, like our parents or our teachers?

No one will know it's us.

But we will.

Girls, I know this seems crazy, but guys treat us like objects every single day.

It's gross and totally unfair.

At least this way, we get something in return.

This is our way of fighting back.

I am not just waiting around for the right guy.

We don't need to sell our bodies. There are other ways to make money.

This isn't just about the money.

It needs to be unanimous.

Don't make us throw you and not catch you.

Come on.

I can't believe we're doing this.

Me neither.

This is great.

Oh, and one thing.

No one outside this room can know.

Hi.

Can you come and sit down for a second, sweetheart?

What's going on? You're freaking me out.

Ms. Grell called me today. She said you had some kind of nightmare in class.

You can tell me, whatever it is.

I'm worried about Miles.

Would you talk to him?

Yeah, but he won't say anything.

Maybe he's scared to talk.

Maybe it's all my head.

But what if it's not?

What if he, like, like, hurts himself?

Oh, sweetheart.

That's what I was dreaming about. That's what I'm really scared of. Of course

you are.

Oh, I do.

For now, you just sit here and you let me take care of you.

kidding this is wicked fast i think i saw candy

isn't this awesome i love trying new things and meeting new people uh

so do you do this often blind dates no i'm pretty busy at school i run student

council the drama club run track plus i'm super involved at my church i just

hate to be idle yeah me too uh that's why i started a power cheer team this

that's amazing do you love it I did, until I broke my leg in a fall and had

quit the team.

What caused your fall?

An amazing stunt.

I was actually a bit distracted.

By good news?

My boyfriend got another girl pregnant.

At least you realize what kind of person he was before you got too invested. And

hey, more time with that family you love so much.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Miles?

What are you talking about? What am I talking about?

How about the fact that you had your mom call my mom and tell her that you were

worried I might hurt myself? Oh, my God, Miles.

I'm so sorry. That's not what I said.

I didn't know she was going to do that. Are you serious, Maya? If you're going

to act like a crazy person, at least own up to it, okay? No, I swear, I had no

idea. I was just telling her how worried I was about you. How many times do I

have to tell you that I'm fine? Until I believe you, I guess. Well, then that is

your problem.

Get over me Maya and stay the hell out of my life

Wow

moneybags

is a dork

If it weren't for you, I'd still be squatting in that house.

Or worse.

So you don't think I'm a total basket case?

Well, I mean, you're definitely insane.

But you mean...

I sure hope not. What? Why? What's wrong? I thought you liked him. I hate

Like, I really, really hate him. But he's actually the perfect match for you.

Okay, then maybe I hate myself.

Please tell me I'm not that... Positive?

Annoying.

I was like that before when everything was simpler, but I'm not that person

anymore. Well, if he's not the right guy for you, then who is?

I need to go.

Wait, no. How are you going to break the news script?

Don't worry, he'll just see it as another opportunity to meet someone new.

Go. Okay.

Almost.

Oh, what are you wearing?

Looks good, no?

Sophisticated.

Um, uh, here.

Wear this one instead.

Uh, no way.

Mom, I'm not four.

No, you're fourteen.

Why are you in such a rush to grow up? Maybe so you'll trust me to do what I

want, when I want, and with who I want.

Oh, you're so mad about Winston.

Of course I am. Mom, it's so unfair.

I'm expected to be a saint, and my brothers get away with murder.

Miles hasn't murdered anyone yet, I don't think. Ha -ha.

Well, I do everything you ask. I keep my grades up, I do campaign stuff, I don't

drink, and I don't smoke.

Frankie, look, I'm doing this to protect you. And what's next, locking me away

in a tower? Ooh, don't think I haven't considered it.

Are you even hearing how ridiculous you're being?

I should be treated equally to my brothers with equal rules. And I would

the world to be a different place.

There's nothing I can do to change your mind.

Well, you could get dressed.

We're going to be late.

I look stupid.

Yeah, you do look stupid. You look very stupid.

Leaving in 10.

Oh, see Frankie?

You look adorable.

Adorable?

I am not adorable.

I don't feel... Tell Mom you're dead meat.

Come on, let's go.

I've been going with Claire.

Great.

Okay.

Not great.

Messy and complicated.

And I miss you like crazy.

You're like the last person who wants to be hearing about my problems.

Drew?

I'm okay with comedy.

I can make it through.

And if I hold out, I know I can make it through.

I know I can make it through.