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- Sexy stuff.

- Huh?

- Your book, Henry Miller?

- Oh.

Yeah, I guess.

- Have you read Anais Nin?

- Who?

- You know, his mistress.

She wrote some pretty hot books, too.

- No.

I just started this, you know.

I don't even know if I like it yet.

- Well, if you do, let me know.

I'll hook you up.

What?

- Nothing.

You just don't look like much of a reader.

- Why would you say that?

- I dunno.

- Look, just because I play football

doesn't make me a football player.

'Kay?

- What does that mean?

- It means don't be so quick to think

you know everything about me.

- Okay.

- I'm Aaron Custler.

- I know.

- And you are?

- Sorry.

Michelle Rosen.

- Well, I don't know if anybody's told you or not,

but tonight, after the game,

we're having a party at my house.

Parents are up north for the weekend.

We're gonna go get wasted.

You should come.

- Why?

You don't know me.

I'm not anybody.

- Wow, you really have a high opinion

of yourself, don't you?

- I'm serious.

Is this some kind of practical joke or something?

- No, it's not a practical joke.

I asked you because you're smart and you're pretty.

- You don't know that I'm smart.

I'm not pretty.

- I do know that you're smart.

Most of the girls I know spend their lunch hour

dissecting the OC, not Henry Miller.

And you are pretty.

You're like the girl in a Freddie Prinze, Jr. movie.

She's supposed to start out as the ugly duckling,

but by the end, she's a prom queen.

But she's obviously hot from the beginning.

- I don't know.

I don't really know any of those people you hang out with.

- That's why you should come.

My address is 852 Park Hill Lane.

I'm serious, you should come, it'd be cool.

- Hey, mom.

- Hey.

Michelle, what's that?

- I know you said the credit card was only for emergencies,

but. - Oh, I don't like

where this is going.

- Mom, don't do that.

- What?

- Assume that I'm gonna disappoint you.

- Well, what did you buy.

- Before you say anything, it was 75% off.

I got it at the outlet store.

- What, are you thinking about turning tricks

with the crack whores over on Pico?

- It's not whoreish.

Have an open mind.

- Okay, put it on.

You look like a slut.

And it makes your ass look enormous.

- Don't say that.

- What?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

You have a fat ass.

- No, I mean, don't call me a slut.

- I didn't call you a slut, I said you looked like a slut.

- How can I be a slut?

I've never even kissed a guy.

Everyone thinks I'm weird because I never talk to anybody.

- And whose fault is that?

Look at these.

You see these?

These are bills that I pay so you can eat

and have clothes and place to live,

and I don't have anybody else helping me,

but I work my ass off so you don't go without.

I would like to dress up in nice, new dresses

and go out and fuck some 17 year old boys.

But I can't afford that luxury.

I'm not gonna

sleep with anybody.

It's just a party.

A nice boy asked me to a party, mom, and I wanna go.

For one night, I wanna be happy.

What's wrong with that?

- Leave the tags on.

Then we can take it back tomorrow.

- Woah.

- You like it?

- Yeah.

I like it like breathing.

- I don't know what the hell he's tryin' to prove.

- Who's that girl?

- Michelle something or other.

- She's new.

I always feel kinda sorry for her.

The way she slips around all the time

like she's scared of everybody.

- Sorry?

You know why she's here, don't you?

- I dunno, Aaron probably just invited her to be nice.

- No, I mean why she's at Smith's Grove.

She shouldn't be going to our school,

she doesn't live anywhere near here.

It's all part of some program where they ship

gifted welfare brats in from the city

to use the resources that our parents pay for.

- So what?

Are you short on textbooks this year?

- That's not the point.

It's just,

I hate leeches, that's all.

- You know, I heard her mom works as a stripper.

- Oh, really?

Where'd you hear that from?

I thought you didn't even know who she was.

- I dunno.

Hey, why are you defending her?

- I'm not.

I don't even know her.

- Look at them.

Those guys are gonna get their tongues dirty

if they don't roll them up off the floor.

- What are you so mad about?

I thought you and Aaron were sort of broken up.

- Yeah, key words being "sort of."

It's not official.

Not 'til after the homecoming and football season, anyway.

- Maybe somebody should tell Aaron that.

- You don't have to keep paying so much attention to me.

I feel bad.

- Why?

- I know you've got other friends and stuff here.

You don't need to waste all your time with me.

- Oh my God, you are so insecure.

I'm not that nice of a guy, Michelle.

I wouldn't be spending time with you unless I wanted to.

Here.

- I'm not really a drinker.

- It's okay, this is a safe place.

You can get a little crazy if you want to.

Whoops.

Just a little?

Come on, all the cool kids are doing it.

- Okay, a little.

God, this house is amazing.

- It's alright.

My dad made a killing in real estate

the last few years buying old buildings in the city.

Bunch of shit holes that don't cost much to maintain,

but bring in a fair amount of cash,

provided you don't put too much into them, of course.

- He probably owns the building I live in.

Kidding.

Oh God, I'm so bad at jokes.

I shouldn't even try to be funny.

- Stop that.

You are funny, it's just that I didn't get it.

- Sorry.

- And stop apologizing.

A girl as beautiful as you has nothing to be sorry for.

- Don't you have a girlfriend?

- You mean Debbie?

- I guess, that girl you're always with at school?

- So, you've been watching me.

It's okay.

I like that you've been watching me.

I've been watching you, too.

- You

are such a good kisser.

- So are you.

I didn't know if you would be so interested tonight, though.

- What are you talking about?

- You can't fool me.

I saw you and Jake drooling all over Aaron's new friend.

- Yeah, 'cause she's hot.

Not as hot as you, though.

- We should probably get back to the party pretty soon.

I don't want people to talk.

- So what if people talk?

I mean, we're going out.

- Yeah.

But we're not having sex or anything.

- So?

- So, I don't want people to think that we are.

- 'Cause that would be so bad if people

thought you were having sex with me.

- No.

But it's not true.

- Whatever.

- So, you think Aaron's gonna dump Debbie for that girl?

- No way.

They don't have anything in common.

- Yeah, I was eavesdropping on them,

and Aaron just kept trying to drop literary references

to people like Henry Miller or Dostoevsky.

She must be a big reader, huh?

- He is such a dork.

The only reason he even knows who Henry Miller is

is 'cause last weekend, we rented that porn

with the bride from Kill Bill.

She totally gets naked.

- Henry and June?

It's not a porno.

- It's NC-17.

♫ We have a revolution 'cause someone's safe with no goal

♫ I said, it's subliminal, kind of divisive people

♫ We mess up the system

♫ We mess up the system

♫ We mess up the system

♫ I'd love kick the asshole in the suit

♫ Right down the stairs

♫ 'Cause you know, they are rubbing you

♫ We mess up the system

♫ We mess up the system

♫ Brain-damaged, mediocre masses who lap up FM fodder and,

♫ You know, perpetrated by Clear Channel, their cronies

♫ A subliminal, kind of divisive

- Hey.

- Oh, hey.

- Taking a break from your fans?

- Actually, I've kinda been hiding from your friends.

I don't think they like me a whole lot.

- Debbie and Heather?

Don't worry, they're just worried

you're gonna steal your prom dates.

- They're crazy.

Those guys aren't interested in me.

- Don't kid yourself.

Aaron is definitely into you.

- Really?

- Sure.

Although, I should warn you.

He and Debbie have been on the verge

of breaking up for the entire time I've known them,

and they always end up back together.

- No, thanks.

- You having a good time?

- Yeah, it's great.

- How come you've never come out before?

- Nobody asked me.

- I find that hard to believe.

- I just don't fit in around here.

- You're a pretty girl.

You can fit in wherever you want.

- Well,

I guess I'm just not really comfortable around people

like your friends.

It's easier to just do my own thing.

- I'm not always comfortable around them, either,

to tell you the truth.

I sorta got annexed into the group

when I started going out with Steve.

- Steve's your boyfriend?

- Yeah.

Are you going with anyone?

- I wish.

- It'll happen.

Like I said, you're a pretty girl.

You just gotta put yourself out there a little.

If I can reinvent myself, anyone can.

- What do you mean?

- Well,

a couple of years ago,

I was seriously overweight.

You know, the fat girl, always sat alone at lunch.

Anyway, the summer before sophomore year,

I decided to do something about it.

When I came back to school in the fall,

the guys didn't even realize that I was

the same girl they called Wendy the Whale the year before.

They noticed me.

It was weird.

But really great.

The funny thing is how easy it was

to become a part of the group.

It was like I already knew them

because I'd been watching them so long from the outside.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

I do.

- Come on, hey, slow down, bro.

- Oh, come on, you can take it, pussy.

Alright, let's drink to women.

Cheers.

Hey guys, check this out.

You guys know what this is?

_ What is that, ectasy?

- No, better.

You guys hear of roofies?

- Oh God, sweet.

- Don't drop it, I only have one.

And tonight, it's going into Michelle Rosen's drink.

From virgin to whore in 10 minutes.

- Hey.

- Hey, beautiful, how ya doin'?

- Look out.

- Is this okay?

- Yeah, sure.

Hey, what's your name again?

- Scott Marks.

- Is it okay if I call you Aaron?

- I thought your boyfriends name was Jake?

- It is.

But if I want to be with someone named Jake,

I'd be inside with him right now.

Now, can I call you Aaron?

- Yeah.

- Oh, yes, fuck me, Aaron.

- Maybe I should just go home.

I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

- Don't worry about it, I'll take care of you.

Besides, you can't drive, anyway, until you sober up.

- I need to go home, though.

What was in that drink?

- Don't worry about it.

Come here.

- Aaron, I need to go home.

- Don't worry about it, just stay here.

Sleep it off.

- Wait.

The room's spinning.

- Don't fight it.

- Aaron, I don't wanna do this right now.

What are you doing?

- What the hell are you trying to pull?

- What do you mean?

- Do you think I invited you here just to talk?

We do that at school.

- I can't.

I'm on my period.

- Funny.

I don't feel a pussy plug up in there

And whaddya know?

No blood.

- Get off me now, I mean it.

There's been a big misunderstanding.

- You're damn right, there has.

- Don't do that.

- Shut it.

- Huh?

- The door, dingus.

Come here a sec, help me hold her hands down.

Watch the door, make sure nobody comes in.

- Here we go.

Let's play.

- Hey.

- Hey, where have you been?

- I just went out to get some smokes.

- Yeah?

Havin' fun?

- We should really start dating college guys.

These high school boys have no

fucking clue what they're doing.

They stick their hand down your pants

and scoop around like they're trying to unplug a drain.

- That's gross.

- So, what are you doin' out here?

Where's Aaron?

- I'm sure he's with his new girlfriend.

- Don't be stupid, he's not into her.

He's just trying to make you jealous.

- Well, it's working.

- Oh honey, it's okay.

Aaron loves you.

- I dealt with his shit for two years.

And then she comes in and tries to take him in one night.

- No.

- You know, I heard she was trying to kiss Jake, too.

- Really.

Bitch.

- I just love him so much.

She doesn't deserve him.

I do.

- Yeah.

- Right? - Yeah.

- Hey man, when do I get a turn?

- Hold on.

I'm almost done.

- Hey, we should cool it, man.

Come on, it looks like you're hurting her.

- Dude, since when did you become

the voice of morality around here, huh?

Before or after you fucked your girlfriend

in my parent's bathroom?

Good, she likes it.

She's lovin' it.

Aren't you baby?

Alright, you're up, Steve.

- Let me go first, I'm all warmed up.

- Wait a minute, I think she's passed out.

Looks like you're stuck on the bench

for the time being, huh?

- Shit.

Why can't I just do her now?

- Dude, if you wanna fuck someone

who's just gonna lay there and do nothin',

you might as well stick with Heather.

- Fuck you.

I'm doin' her.

- Dude, can't you get it up?

- Shut up.

I gotta focus.

- Here, man, see if this wakes her up.

You want some, Steve-o?

- She seems pretty far gone to me, man.

Let's take a break, let's go tap the keg.

- An excellent idea.

She'll keep.

- You guys look awfully guilty.

What were you doing in there?

- Nothin', just guy stuff.

- Ah, some sort of homoerotic bonding ritual, no doubt.

- Whatever.

- Hey guys.

- What the hell, Heather, we're dancing.

- Michelle Rosen is passed out up in Aaron's room.

- So?

- All the guys just came out of there.

- And?

- Her panties are off.

- Are you sure all three of the guys were in here?

- Positive.

- So, what do you wanna do with her.

- Do with her?

What about our asshole boyfriends?

It looks like they got her too drunk

to know what the hell she was doing.

- Keep an eye on her.

- Let's just finish this drink and get back up there.

- Relax, man, she's passed out.

Custler Special is a little too much for her to handle.

- It's easy for you to say, man.

You already got some.

- There's plenty to go around.

Just chill.

Besides, I always hook you up.

You're my wing man.

What the hell is your problem?

What's wrong with you?

- With me?

Did you guys just fuck Michelle Rosen upstairs?

- Look, she came onto me.

I was drunk, we messed around a little bit.

Nothing serious happened.

- So, you didn't have sex with her.

- Is that what she's saying?

- She's not saying anything.

She's fucking passed out on your bed.

Wendy thinks you guys got her drunk and gang raped her.

- Oh yeah, I raped Michelle Rosen.

She wishes.

- Well, something happened up there.

Michelle's panties are off, and she's all scratched up.

- That's because Jake and Steve had to fight her off of me.

- Aaron, why did you invite her in the first place?

- I thought I was being nice.

I felt bad for her.

She's always by herself, so I thought, hey, I'll invite her

to the party, maybe break her out of her shell.

Debbie, you know me.

Have I ever pressured you for sex,

or made you do anything you didn't wanna do?

- Look me in the eye and tell me

that you did not fuck that skank.

- Why would I when I have you?

- What happened to Wendy?

- I dunno, she got bored and left.

- Well, we don't need her, anyway.

- What do you wanna do?

- I dunno, somethin' to teach this slut a lesson.

- Hey.

Do you think Aaron's got any packing tape?

- Hey Wendy, hold up.

What is your problem?

- What is my problem?

Did you have fun up in Aaron's room?

- No.

- Steve, give me a break.

- Listen, I didn't do anything.

Look, I could have done something, but I didn't.

Well, maybe I should have.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- You know exactly what that's supposed to mean.

You're so uptight.

I mean,

look, Debbie and Heather have been having sex

with Jake and Aaron for months.

- I'm uptight.

Do you think that I'm a virgin, Steve,

just because I won't do it with you.

- Wait a second, you're not a virgin.

- Jesus, get a clue.

I've had sex, Steve.

I like sex.

I'm just not going to have sex with some guy

just so he can show off to all of his other guy friends.

What's going on back there?

- Hey, I'm glad you're here.

I thought you were going to miss out on the festivities.

- Festivities?

Debbie, what the hell are you doing?

- This girl's a fucking slut, and everybody's gonna know it.

What the hell, Wendy?

- You guys, she can't breathe.

- What are you doing?

- I think you've made your point.

Can't we just let her go?

- Stop it, Wendy, you're going to make things really bad.

- Things could get bad?

That would really suck.

- I'm not kidding.

Debbie's really out for blood.

If you want her to tell everyone about how

you were making out with Michelle upstairs.

- What the hell are you talking about?

I wasn't making - I know you didn't.

I'm making a point here.

All somebody has to do is say it,

and it's as good as happened.

That's how easy it can be.

- How easy what can be?

- How easy you can get ruined at school

if Debbie wants to ruin you.

You wanna be Wendy the Whale again?

- Okay guys, party's over.

Go home.

- She's right, guys.

Hate to say it, but we're out of beer.

Looks like we should call it a night.

With all the noise, I'm a little concerned about the cops.

Speaking of cops,

don't even think about telling anybody

about what happened here tonight.

It's your word against mine, and I think that around here,

they're more likely to believe the son of a respected

businessman than some boob-stamped tramp.

Anyway, I got witnesses who saw you drinking,

trying to force yourself on me all night.

Yeah?

- I need my purse.

- I don't know where it is.

I'll just give it to you at school.

- My keys are in them, Aaron.

I need them to go home.

- Alright, right on.

Hold on a sec.

There ya go.

Drive safe.

Come on.

You piece of shit!

- Some of your handiwork, I take it?

- I don't know, just someone speaking the truth.

- You guys are relentless.

- I dunno why you're so protective of her, Wendy.

She was making out with Steve,

just like she was with Aaron and Jake.

- No way.

- Mmhmm.

- Yeah, Carol Johnson said that she saw her

kissing all the boys in the basement.

- Oh, then it must be true.

Give me a break, Carol Johnson

is the biggest gossip monger in school.

Besides, she wasn't even at the party.

- She wasn't?

- Pathetic.

- What are you doing home?

- Mom.

- Hey slut, you better stay away

from our boyfriends, or we're gonna kick your ass.

- Is this Michelle Rosen's house?

I heard you'll fuck anything or anybody.

I heard you'll fuck animals, if given the chance.

I'm keeping my dog Snoopy away from you, you fucking whore.

You better not try to fuck him, or you're dead.

- Yeah, I heard this is the number

to call for a good handjob.

- There's over a dozen more of those on there.

And then the tape runs out.

You wanna explain?

- I don't know why they're doing this to me.

- Oh, come on, Michelle, I'm not an idiot.

What did you do at that party?

- Nothing.

- Well, you must have done something.

Calls like that don't just come in out of the blue.

- It wasn't my fault.

It was Aaron.

The guy that invited me.

We were up in his room, and I think

he put something in my drink.

- Oh, you know, I have warned you your entire life

to be aware of men, and the first chance you get.

One invites you out, and you go

panting after him like some bitch in heat.

- I didn't.

God, won't you listen?

- If you wanna be a whore, Michelle, be a whore.

But don't expect me to act like it's okay.

Grow up.

- Hey.

Wendy, come on, please?

- Don't touch me.

I don't want that hand on me, I don't know where it's been.

- Wendy, hold up.

Hey.

Hey.

- It's okay, Steve and I are broken up.

You don't have to be friends with my anymore.

I'm sure you'll find somebody else

to take on all your double dates.

- Why would you say something like that?

- Sorry, I didn't realize you were such a delicate flower.

God, Debbie, what you did to that girl.

- We were all wasted, you included.

I'm really, really sorry about what happened.

And I understand if you never want to speak to me again.

But if you do, I'm here.

- Everything okay?

- She'll be back before long.

What else is she gonna do, eat lunch by herself?

- Hey, slut.

This is what happens when you try

to mess with somebody else's man.

- I didn't.

- Shut up, whore.

- There are a thousand guys in this school.

You have to try to give your diseased snatch to ours?

- That was really fucking dumb.

- You're gonna be so sorry.

- I am sorry.

God, I'm so sorry.

- Touching, Michelle.

Really touching.

Go ahead on to class, slut.

We'll be watching.

- Totally hot.

Smoking hot.

- Yeah, that's true.

- So, did you hear about that shit

that went down at Aaron Custler's party?

- What, you mean the stuff about the train job

they pulled on that girl?

- You don't believe it, do you?

- You know what Jessica told me?

She told me that all the guys did her at once,

and that she let them put stuff like pens

and cigars and bottles up inside her.

- Well, they didn't do her, did they?

I mean, I hear she's HIV.

- Yeah, she's HIV positive.

That's why she doesn't actually do "it" that often.

She just likes to have stuff rammed up her.

- Gross.

- It's totally sick.

- Awesome.

- Hey, slow down, foxy.

- Please, just let me go.

- What's the matter, you don't want your panties back?

- What?

- Want me to help you put 'em on?

- It's getting where I can't even walk down the halls

without getting spit on or laughed at.

Just walking here from class,

some guy threw condoms at my face.

It started with the graffiti outside,

and it's just gotten worse ever since.

- Why do you think the kids would

write something like that about you?

- Well,

I dunno.

- Man] You don't?

Really?

- What do you mean?

- People don't just do things like that, Michelle.

They must have written those words on the wall for a reason.

And chosen them for a reason.

- Wait a second, are you accusing me of something?

- I'm not accusing.

I'm just asking.

How did you get this reputation for being

loose?

- I'm not loose.

I came here for your help.

Why are you implying?

Hey.

Take your eyes off my tits.

- Don't talk to me like that.

- Then don't look at me like that.

- Look,

maybe we should start over.

What exactly do you want me to do here?

- Debbie Mitchell and those bitches,

- Watch the mouth.

- Those cunts that she hangs out with

are making my life miserable.

I don't know how to make it stop, but if I can't,

I'm gonna have to transfer schools, or something.

This is just not acceptable.

- Hold up.

I'll decide what's acceptable.

You know, it's easy to live in a cocoon here.

But when you get out into the real world,

lying isn't going to cut it.

You've gotta be proactive, do something.

Don't just complain.

You've gotta take some responsibility

and stop acting like a victim.

- Acting like a victim?

I am a fucking victim.

- Watch the toilet talk, honey.

- I'm not your honey.

Wait a second, you want me to watch my mouth,

but you're not gonna do anything

to stop the kids from spreading rumors

that I like to have dildos rammed up my ass?

- Wait, wait.

I know you're having a hard time, so

I'm gonna let the backtalk slide.

- Don't do my any fucking favors, asshole.

- This isn't the way things get done around here.

Get back in here, or you're on suspension.

- Good.

- What the fuck, man?

- This is too weird.

What, does she wanna be the highschool slut?

- I think she looks pretty hot.

- You would.

- You guys are just mad

'cause your little campaign backfired.

You were worried about her taking your guys before?

Look now.

- Wendy, your little high horse act

is getting real old.

Anyway.

I'm not scared of her taking anything that belongs to me.

- Maybe you should be.

♫ I've been crippled by a broken steamroller

♫ I've been drinking since I walked through the door

♫ And everyone in here seems a little bit older

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Checkin' to see nobody sees you

stoopin' to talk to the school slut?

- No, I was just,

- Wouldn't want anyone to think you're that desperate, huh?

- Why would they think that?

They know I'm dating one of the hottest chicks in school.

- Right, Wendy?

Heard you guys broke up.

- That's not true.

- Think you can get away from her tonight?

- Why would I wanna do that?

- 'Cause I'm a sure thing.

Don't be afraid to want it.

- I'm not afraid.

- Good.

Ready to go?

- Yeah, so where we goin'?

- Just start drivin', I'll show you.

- So,

what would I have to do to get

a little road head around here, huh?

- Well,

you could start by not using terms like road head.

Hey.

Be patient, big guy.

We've got all night.

Does anybody know you went out with me?

- Of course not.

- Not even your little friends on the team?

- Especially not them.

And you damn well better not tell them.

- Don't worry, baby.

I won't tell.

- Okay.

You do like it rough.

- Uh-Huh.

You don't mind, do you?

I'm a safety girl.

- You don't swallow?

- Tell ya what.

Wear the condom, and I'll fuck you.

- Okay.

Cool.

Hey, hold on, slow down, slow down,

you're gonna make me cum.

- Wendy?

- Yeah?

- Detective Stephanie Rothman.

- Uh-Huh.

- We need to talk.

Come into our warden office.

I know this is hard, but do you know anyone Steve was

hanging out with who may have been dangerous in any way?

- No.

I don't think so.

I mean, I can't think of anyone

who'd want to do anything like this.

- Were you with Steve at all last night?

- No.

Wait, you don't think that

- No, don't worry, you're not a suspect.

Some of the evidence at the crime scene

indicates that the killer was male.

That it was some sort of hate crime.

- Hate crime?

- We think Steve was hustling, and picked up the wrong guy.

- But

Steve's not gay.

- So, he kept the secret.

- I am so freaked out by all this.

- You guys talk to Wendy?

- God, she's like, completely devastated.

I told her me and Debbie would come over

and sit with her tonight.

- She must feel so guilty.

You know they were fighting when it happened.

- Ya think she did it?

- Killed Steve?

- No way.

I heard his dick was cut off,

and they found it jammed up his ass,

hard as a rock from rigor mortis.

- Come on.

- It's true.

Dan Daniella's dad works for the police department,

and he told Dan that Steve was a fuckin' rump-wrangler

who tried to pick up on the wrong cowboy.

Makes me sick now

to think that pole smoker was in

the locker room with us everyday.

Lookin' at our asses.

Shit.

- Nice going, genius.

- Fuck them if they can't take a joke.

Dude, Michelle Rosen's lookin' pretty hot lately, huh?

- I guess.

- Well, so, you wouldn't nail her again?

- Nah, I think I pretty much rubbed

that pussy about as raw as it'll go.

What's the point?

- I dunno, man.

I'm pretty into her.

I think she's into me, too.

- I highly doubt that.

- Seriously.

She's been starin' at me at lunch,

and flirting with me between classes.

The shit that went down at your house,

I think she actually liked it.

- No shit.

- I'm gonna finish what I started at the party, bro.

- Be my guest.

Just make sure Heather doesn't find out.

- Yeah, no doubt.

- And don't tell anybody else about this, either.

Wouldn't make any of us look too good

if they found out you resorted to a skeezy slut

like Michelle Rosen to get laid.

We're supposed to be banging cheerleaders,

not charity cases.

- I know, I'll keep quiet about it.

I think I'm gonna try and hook up with her tonight, though.

- What are you gonna tell Heather?

- I don't have to tell Heather anything.

She's getting together with Wendy and Debbie.

The timing's perfect, what with the girls consoling Wendy,

and coach cancelling practice.

Net's wide open, baby.

- Michelle, it's for you.

- 'Kay.

Hello?

- Michelle?

- Yes?

- Hi, it's Jake Steiff.

- Hi.

- How ya doin'?

- Fine.

- You remember me, right?

- Sure.

- I know it might sound weird for me to call, you know,

but I thought maybe you were giving me

some signals the last couple days at school?

- You mean those, "I wanna take you in my mouth

and make you cum," signals?

- Yeah, those signals.

- You wanna come over tonight and study?

- Study?

- Yeah.

My mom's working a double tonight.

She doesn't even start 'til 7:00.

She'll be gone all night and into the morning.

We'll have the whole apartment completely to ourselves.

- Sounds great.

- And Jake?

Bring some protection.

You're gonna need it.

- Hey.

- Hi.

You wanna come in and study?

- Yeah.

This fuckin' rocks, man.

I knew you were into some kinky shit, I knew it.

- Yeah, you know me.

The school slut.

- That is so hot.

- Wanna try something really kinky?

- What?

- That was pretty kinky, huh?

I've got another idea.

I'm sure you've heard about how much

I like to have stuff put up inside me.

Bottles, cigars.

Pens?

It's true, it's really fun to do stuff like that.

You wanna see?

Oh, Jake.

I'm just fucking with you.

We've had enough fun.

I think it's time we study, don't you?

- What the hell is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?

- Jake?

I thought this was your idea of fun.

Bondage.

Forced entry.

- Just let me go.

I won't tell anybody.

I won't tell anybody if you let me go.

- Yeah, not too worried about that.

Find it highly unlikely you'd tell your little football

buddies that you took it up the ass from the school slut.

- So, we're even.

Just let me go.

- Oh, we're even.

You've got an interesting concept of justice.

- I didn't even do anything.

Aaron's the one that did it.

Okay, you don't understand.

He's the team captain.

- Ah.

- You were lying there.

Just available like that.

Any man would have done it.

You don't understand, women aren't the same.

- I dunno, Jake.

I'm enjoying how available you are right now.

We really have had enough fun, though

It's time that we started studying.

- Hey, what's going on.

- Hey, do you know where Jake is?

- He's probably on his way here.

Why, what's the big deal?

- His parents called me before school today.

He didn't come home last night.

You don't know where he went last night?

- No.

But you know Jake, he's probably on his way here right now.

- Yeah, I know Jake, and he's a mama's boy.

He'd never stay out without calling to check in.

That guy could be in the middle of a blowjob

from Britney Spears, and if it was past 11:00,

he'd stop her to let his mommy know he was okay.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- What if he's lying deal somewhere?

- I think that is highly unlikely.

- Why, what do you know?

- Jesus, would you turn the record over?

I told you I don't know anything.

- You're an asshole.

- Is she on the rag or something?

- Nice.

- Let's talk about something more important.

Gonna run more copies off in study hall.

- Fucking awesome.

Your parents are gonna be gone again?

- Yep, mom's got a big hearing in DC.

Raping and pillaging the ecosystem's a full-time job.

- Yeah, well just make sure there's no raping

and pillaging at the party this time.

I don't wanna tie another bitch up to a tree.

The condom, dumbshit.

You left it in the trash can.

- Shit.

- These are fucking hot, man.

- That's why I decided to come as JC.

Not too different from my everyday persona, but.

- You're such a dork.

Any word from my asshole boyfriend?

- I thought you were worried about him.

- Yeah, I was, 'til I talked to Barbara Peters.

She said she saw Jake at the grocery store

buying condoms on the day he disappeared.

Probably got drunk banging some slut

and passed out in a puddle of his own vomit somewhere.

- Sounds like him.

You heard from Debbie tonight?

- A little.

Why?

- I dunno, I think she's mad at me.

- Oh.

About what?

- I dunno, some delayed reaction grudge from the last party.

- Why?

Were you a bad boy, Jesus?

- Don't worry, she's all the way downstairs.

Drunk as a skunk.

I doubt if she's still capable of standing erect.

- Are you sure?

♫ So you see that you and me

♫ Are hypnotized

♫ We're hypnotized

- This was a mistake.

I don't know why I came.

- You came because you love me.

I love you, too.

I'm so happy we're friends.

- Yeah, me too.

- Where's your costume.

- I don't know.

I guess I'm just not really in the Halloween spirit.

I mean, one of our friends just died,

and the other one's missing.

Do you really think we should be having a party?

- I know.

I'm so sorry about Steve being a homo.

I know you loved him so much.

♫ And you were so hurt

♫ So you see, that you and

- Dude, you need to clip your fingernails.

- How 'bout I just use my tongue instead?

- Oh, gross.

- You have the weirdest boundaries.

- And you're one to talk.

Are you gonna be able to get off

without one of your boys holding me down?

- What?

- God, it's okay, I'm just teasing.

- No, wait a minute.

What did Debbie tell you?

- Just that little bitch got what was coming to her.

You know, she's not the kind of girl

you go back to over and over again.

But I am.

- You should wait here a few minutes.

It wouldn't look good if we walked out together.

- Gotcha.

- Oh, fucking fuck, you scared the fuck out of me.

- Sorry.

- Who are you.

- Someone who knows where your boyfriend is.

- Jake?

- You have more than one?

I didn't know you were such a little slut.

- Wait a minute, what the fuck is this?

- Hey, girl.

Thanks, Heather.

You're so sweet.

Oh God.

I don't think I'm finished yet.

- Yo, Birdman, tell me about the hot chick.

- Jesus.

Ah, the hot chick.

- The blonde with the curls,

in class. - Class, yeah.

Well, you've heard of camel toe,

but I've never heard of camel leg.

There's like, this parting of the Red Sea, Jesus.

Moses did that.

And it's like, you've got Moses doing that,

you've got Martin Luther King, Jr. Doing his thing.

- Lock the door, Aaron.

- Why?

- Why do you think?

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

- Oh?

Are you scared of me?

- No.

Why are you here?

- Well, I figured if I'm gonna have the reputation of

school slut, I might as well live it out and enjoy myself.

Right?

- What'd you have in mind?

- I thought,

maybe,

you'd fuck me 'til it hurt.

- Is that the way you like it?

- You know I do.

- I dunno.

You didn't seem to like it too much last time.

- That's because you had to bring your boys

and their little bitches into it.

Tonight,

it's just you

and me.

- Hey, did you hear what happened to Steve?

- Uh-Huh.

- You know he's dead, right?

- I killed him.

- You what?

- Yeah.

Jake too.

I killed your girlfriend, too.

And your little fuck buddy, Heather.

- You're just fuckin' with me, right?

- Mm-Mm.

- Aw, yeah.

- You like that?

- God, yeah.

Don't stop.

Don't.

Aw, yeah.

Oh.

Ow, what the fuck?

That's almost too much.

Ow, what the fuck, don't use your teeth so much.

- No!

Why are you doing this to me?

I didn't hurt you.

- Yeah, you were one of the good Nazi's.

- What do you mean?

- What do you think?

- I didn't hurt you, I tried to stop them.

- Yeah, you tried to stop them, until you thought

it might threaten your spot on the pep squad.

God, you're the worst of all of them.

You knew it was wrong, and you didn't

do a goddamned thing to stop it.

- I'm sorry.

I am so sorry, I didn't know what to do.

I didn't want to be alone.

I was scared.

I hate them for what they did to you.

♫ We had a revolution because someone's safe with no goal

♫ They're such a subliminal, kind of divisive people

♫ We mess up the system

♫ We mess up the system

♫ We mess up the system

♫ I'd love to kick the asshole

♫ In the suit right down the stairs

♫ 'Cause you know, they are rubbin' ya

♫ We mess up the system

♫ We mess up the system

♫ Brain damaged, mediocre masses who lap up FM fodder and,

♫ You know, perpetrated by Clear Channel, their cronies

♫ This is a subliminal, kind of divisive people

♫ We mess up the system

♫ Such a subliminal, kind of divisive people

♫ We mess up the system

♫ We mess up the system