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- Hey. - Hey.

I'm Macy.

This is Pippa and Bree from across the hall.

I'm Lucy.

I'm really happy you're my roommate.

Me too.

You look really uncomfortable in that dress.

- Uh, who are you? - I'm Stephen DeMarco.

That guy Stephen is really into you.

Do you wanna come out? There's a party off campus.

I'll be the boring designated driver.

Yeah, I think I'm just going to stay in tonight.

What's going on?

Did you not hear what happened?

Macy got in an accident last night.

Will you stay with me?

I really don't want to be in here alone.

Have you hooked up with anyone else since we broke up?

I haven't wanted to. No.

Come on.

- What? - Hey, dude.

Can you get over here right now? Drew's freaking out.

It's about that girl that died, Macy.

Tell me what happened.

I think I really fucked up.

It's okay. It's okay. It's Stephen.

You can say anything right now.

The other night when, um,

when Macy died,

I was at a party,

and they needed someone to go on a beer run.

And I'm the only one with an ID.

He uses my old one.

But when I was, I was driving back,

this other car came out of nowhere,

and I, I swerved at the last minute, and so did they.

The car crashed into the tree.

I... then I should have gotten out, but

I drove off.

I should have called someone.

But I was, I was panicking.

I, I didn't know it was Macy.

I didn't know it was her.

Not until the next day, when they found her.

You know, I didn't, I didn't know what to do when he told me.

And you know I'm not, you know I'm not good with this big shit.

Okay. All right. Okay.

I'm assuming you haven't told anyone else?

- No. - No.

Drew, was there anyone else on the road?

Anyone that might have seen you?

No?

And you said you swerved.

Did you make contact with her car at all?

- No? - No.

Well, then, if you didn't hit her,

it's not a hit-and-run, right?

It doesn't work like that.

You can't leave the scene of an accident.

I should have called for help.

- Maybe they could have gotten her... - Yes, you were in shock though, Drew.

- You were in shock, right? - No.

I was, I was... I drank a little at the party.

And the ID, I didn't want to call the cops.

Okay.

- Okay. - You know, maybe it'll be better if I...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, no.

Listen to me.

Everybody right now thinks this was just an accident.

- It was an accident. - No, I know, I know.

But nobody knows what you just told me

except for us.

So you can't bring Macy back.

Okay?

But ruining your own life isn't going to undo this.

You're human. You panicked.

This entire thing can go away.

But you have to want it to.

You have to talk to me. You have to talk to Wrigley first.

Okay? You can't go anywhere with this, Drew.

This has to stay right here.

Yeah.

Okay.

You're going to be okay.

There are many ways

to navigate through the gates of grief.

This circle is here to teach us how others are doing,

to provide a context for our own experience.

Lucy, you knew Macy best.

Would you like to share first?

Oh, I, I didn't know her that well.

It says here that loss can be felt

even when you didn't know someone at all.

Yeah, I think death is kind of a personal experience.

You can go to the next person.

Well, I'm pretty sure...

Please go to the next person.

Lucy, quick chat.

I actually have class I got to...

I just wanted to give you a heads up.

The dean will be escorting Macy's parents

to your room later today to clear out her belongings.

Oh.

Okay. Thanks. W-when exactly?

So I can make sure I'm not there.

I think Mr. and Mrs. Campbell might appreciate

having someone to talk to who knew Macy at school.

I'm sure it would mean a lot to them.

Sure. Yeah, of course.

Have you talked to Wrigley last couple days?

- Yeah. Why? - I don't know.

I feel like he's been acting mad weird.

Yeah, he's smoking less weed than usual.

For football. Probably.

What's got you thinking that hard?

I'm supposed to get dinner with that freshman, Lucy.

- Dinner! Huh. - Hmm.

- You must be pretty into her. - I am very single.

Yeah, until Diana takes your sorry ass back.

Don't act like you haven't been begging for it.

I don't beg.

I persuade.

You're full of shit.

- No. - Yes, you are.

God, I can't imagine what Diana is going to do to that girl

when she finds out.

Fucking brutal.

I don't want to see that.

I'd actually very much like to see that.

I actually have class with Diana right now.

Yeah. Well, just try to at least wipe your dick off between girls.

Please don't act like you didn't have a body count

before you got flytrapped by Allie's vagina.

- Hey. - Yeah.

Don't talk about Allie's vagina.

- Okay. - Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Ali's pristine vagina.

You're fucking rude, you know that?

It's beautiful. It's just largely unexplored.

It's like... Antarctica.

- Hmm. - It's desolate.

It's very cold.

With every piece you turn in,

we'll do a roundtable to discuss everyone's work

and give feedback.

I should warn you, it's hell.

So if you're not prepared to burn in hell, you shouldn't be here.

For the first assignment,

are we allowed to write about the student who died last week?

This is a fiction writing class.

That's not fiction. So no.

All right, let's get started.

- I'll text you. - Okay, talk to you later.

Wow. You look pretty.

I saved you a seat.

Did you?

Good morning.

Good morning, everybody.

Does anyone have any first thoughts

on the reading

they want to share?

Let's put it this way. Tomorrow, you run a country.

Do you lean on hard power or soft power in your foreign policy?

Go ahead.

Well, if you look at the hard and soft power continuum,

the critical factor seems to be time.

Generating hard power is quick

because the resources are concrete.

If I look at history, it's been built by militaries.

There's nothing like a gun to the head to guarantee an outcome.

- Hmm. - That's almost it.

Go on.

Um, she's right.

Soft power takes longer to develop,

but it's much more effective.

Coercive diplomacy is irrelevant if everything comes to you.

Soft power is actually everything.

I can prove it.

How?

Twelve students raised their hand,

but you pick the prettiest girl in the room.

Okay. Um, let's open the Chavez to page 145.

Hey.

- Hi. Thank you. - Yeah.

Thank you for coming.

Um, I think we should just sweep the place.

What are you talking about?

Before Macy's parents get here.

If you were dead, would you want your parents finding

all your incriminating shit?

Yeah. That's not something that I've ever thought much about.

Really? I think about it all the time.

Come on. Just do it before they get here.

It's the least we could do for her.

Damn, Macy.

- Fuck, yeah. - Ohh.

Hey, look.

Shit. Yeah. Yeah.

- I looked at that already. - Yeah.

What else?

I don't know...

Oh shit.

- Lucy. - Hi.

Mr. and Mrs. Campbell are here now.

Okay.

Take your time.

- Bye. Sorry. - Please let us know

if you need any help.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Can I help pack anything up?

Thank you. We've got it.

Macy was a really good person.

I, I really liked her.

Diana. Sorry.

I gave you a huge compliment in front of everyone.

I don't know why you're upset.

Hey, come on.

You and I can run circles around everyone else in that class.

And?

What's your point?

You need me.

To keep it interesting.

I want you to take this seriously.

Do you know what my friends would think of me

if I told them I was even talking to you again?

Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I do take this seriously.

It's just, it's hard for me in there.

What are you talking about?

I... I can't concentrate in that class with you in it.

I'm going crazy. I'm thinking about all the things

I want to do to you.

Just say the word and I'll drop the class.

Well,

now that I know it'll be this much fun for me,

don't drop out.

I do appreciate you trying to be better.

It's noted.

- Ugh. - Who is that?

Stephen wants to go to dinner with me tonight.

I don't know if I have the energy

to act like a normal person right now.

You should go. You need to do something fun.

Just, you know, like, be safe and wear a condom, etc.

I'm not having sex with him.

Stop pretending like you're not into him.

You already admitted it.

No, I said I was only into him when he was in front of me.

So get in front of him.

Fine.

Sure.

What's taglialini?

What, you don't know your pastas?

I know the normal ones.

Thank you.

So, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.

What're you going to major in?

You know that song's about tripping on LSD.

No, it's, it's supposed to be about a drawing

that Lennon's son made in nursery school.

I had it stuck in my head when we met, so I googled it.

Wow.

Yeah. That's kind of weird.

I'm, I'm majoring in English.

Really? The language you already speak?

Yep. I'm going to be a travel writer.

- You sound very sure. - I am.

What?

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Have you had a chance to look at the menus?

Yeah. What is taglialini?

What, is it an owl?

Yeah. Yeah, it's an owl. Like the mascot.

Fuck travel writing. You should be a... artist.

Yeah.

Uh...

Uh, I never, I never asked you what you want to do.

- I'm going to be a lawyer. - Oh, you sound very sure.

I, I thought about what jobs would I be really good at

and then of those jobs,

which ones are guaranteed to make a lot of money?

Come on. Money's not the only reason to do something.

It is if you don't have any.

We don't all own Barbour jackets.

How do you know I have a Barbour jacket?

You Facebook stalked me?

- You didn't Facebook stalk me? - No, I didn't.

It's really useful. I know so much more about you now.

This is like a, a third date more than a first date.

No, it's a first date actually,

and that jacket was a fucking gift. Okay?

What was that?

I liked it.

I can't imagine what I would do right now if you were wearing a skirt.

Do you just say every single thing you think out loud?

No, not even close.

But not saying stuff when you want to say it,

you get cancer from that.

You should not do that. Don't. Stop.

What are you talking about?

Just an observation. You don't think you keep a lot of stuff in?

No.

So who gave you the, the Barbour jacket?

- Oh my God. - You said it was a gift.

From who?

Something bad happened?

No.

I mean, besides the fact that my roommate died,

so that's making me act a little off.

So sorry.

Right.

I just feel like everyone keeps wanting to talk to me about it.

Didn't you know her for two days?

- Yeah. No, exactly. - Yeah.

And that's why, like, I feel like

everyone's watching me to see how sad I'll get.

And I can tell they want me to be really, really sad.

And I... I mean, I am.

I, I don't know, I feel like there's something wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong with you.

God, you know what the worst part is?

All the fucking flowers. Every day at my door.

Like piles of them everywhere.

And all they do, they just die.

Is that really bad?

- Is that really bad that I just said that? - No, no, no.

I can't say that without sounding like a horrible person.

Why not? Aren't you curious the, the reaction you'd get

if you just fucking, like, said it?

No, I know the reaction I'd get.

People in high school used to call me Ice Queen.

I can be cold.

You're not cold.

No peeking.

Okay.

What is it?

This one won't die.

Be right back. Right back.

Okay. So what happened exactly?

What did they say happened?

Yeah.

Mom, we'll figure this out together.

Is it possible to talk about it later, though?

'Cause you kept calling, so I thought it might be an emergency or...

No, of course. Mm-hmm.

Sorry. I didn't mean it.

Yeah, I completely understand what you're going through.

I'm on your side. Mm-hmm.

Can you stop?

Stop. Mom, please stop.

Hey, I didn't... Hello?

Hey.

Uh, thanks for dinner.

Yeah.

I had a good time tonight.

I'm sorry, I got kind of tired.

I'll see you soon.

- Uh... Okay. - Okay.

- Hey. - Hi.

Sorry for texting so late.

Want to come in?

Yeah.

It'll be okay.

- Okay. This is too creepy. - Yeah.

I mean, like, it was nice of her mom to leave it, I guess,

but, like, who would actually wear dead girl hand-me-down makeup?

I mean, you're smoking dead girl hand-me-down weed.

Weed's weed.

Yeah, I get paranoid enough. Ghost pot doesn't help.

I don't mind the paranoia.

Who doesn't mind paranoia?

No, I just mean, like,

like, "Bring it on, brain," you know.

"Show me what you got."

Lucy, what are you thinking about over there?

I don't know.

Oh my God, your date was not that bad.

It was really confusing.

He probably knew that you would never sleep with him tonight,

so he was smart enough not to even try.

- Wh - what do you, you think he'd already planned that out?

Maybe.

Taking it slow could be a good sign.

I don't even want to date him in the first place.

I mean, to be honest, I sort of hate him.

I hate him.

Yeah. I, tha-that's it, I hate, I hate him.

That's so much easier.

Yeah, well, hate sex is very real, so...

Yeah. Wh-what's going on with you and Drew?

Nothing.

He blew his shot.

Can't believe you were going to let him deflower you.

That's all I can think about.

I don't know. Maybe it's my fault.

I did get too drunk and then ditched him

the night that we made out.

No, I mean, he did not have to be a dick the next day.

- Could have at least texted you. - Yeah.

What's Wrigley saying about it?

Can't start quizzing him about that.

The sex is too good. We're just, like, keeping it light.

What about that guy Tim?

It's Tim's if he wants it.

Slut.

Okay. All right. I'm deleting it.

I'm deleting his number. I'm deleting Stephen's number.

Okay, that's dramatic.

Just sit back and take yourself off the platter.

No, no, I don't trust myself with it.

I... it's so weird.

Part of me genuinely does not give a shit,

and the other part of me wants

to drag my nails across his face.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's gone.

Fuck that.

Done.

Done.

You can't let your mom get to you like this.

- It's always the same with her. - Thank you.

Don't worry. No one saw me come in.

Oh, you snuck in like a mistress?

That's right.

Wouldn't want your friends to get the wrong idea.

Good.

'Cause we're just watching a movie.

Mm, this feels so good.

Look at you.

You just need me to make you feel better.

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

Why are you so wet?

- Um... - Shit.

What's...

- what's wrong? - Nothing.

I just, I just need a second.

- Don't worry about it. - Okay.

It's okay.

Uh...

You stopped me last time when I was still inside you.

Kinda

killed my flow, you know.

That was days ago.

I stopped it because I wasn't ready.

It's hard to enjoy sex when I'm angry with you.

Fine. Take more time.

But I don't know what you want me to do while I'm waiting.

So you're going to start sleeping with other people?

No, I won't. If you commit to this.

You can't have it both ways, Diana.

You're calling all the shots.

You want to date? We date. You want to fuck? We fuck.

If I'm going to trust you again, it can't be because I forced you.

I need to know you won't want anyone else.

Oh God. I mean, is this ever going to be fun again?

Everything's a fucking trap with you.

Excuse me, like,

do you even want to build something here?

We're not going to be in school forever.

A real relationship won't always...

Listen to yourself!

You sound like other people.

We used to make fun of bullshit like that.

You sound like everybody else.

I'm honestly not mad.

- I'm embarrassed. - Yeah?

At how stupid I am.

- Hmm. - I love your brain.

You've got this brilliant mind.

It's just so fucking disappointing you don't have more of a heart.

All this because I had too much to drink one time.

I didn't even remember her name while it was happening.

I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

What's amazing is you think that makes it better.

Would you rather it be someone I loved?

Someone who I was in love with? Maybe more than you.

Do you know how many guys would feel lucky to have me?

Do you know how many asked me out this week?

And you know what? I can fucking set my watch

to the second they get tired of fucking you.

I'm sorry.

Get out.

Go. Like, like, right fucking now.

Okay.

Hi. This is Nora DeMarco. Leave a message.

Hey, Mom.

Just trying you again.

Um, I'm, I'm, I'm really sorry about last night.

Um,

just call me back

when you can.

Okay.

Oh.

- Oh. - Oh my God.

- Oh, that's... - Wow.

Damn.

What? I'm bulking.

Must be nice.

Like was your food even good?

Not really, but I have to eat it because...

- I'm so sad for you. - I know, right?

Guys.

- Wrigley. Did you do it? - Do what?

I mean, I guess not.

Tell the team about my fundraiser tonight.

- I need them there. - Oh, I will.

Seriously, if they come, everyone else will.

There will be girls and booze.

This is an easy sell.

Okay. I promise.

Bye, Diana.

- Who was that? - Oh, that's Stephen's girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

Yeah. They broke up a long time ago.

How many of those are you gonna eat?

All right. What are we doing tonight?

I don't know.

I'd do something.

And is there anything to do?

There's Diana's fundraiser.

Oh yeah. That might be, uh, something fun to do.

It could be.

- Yeah. - I mean, I love philanthropy.

Come on. You just want to spy on Diana.

Do either of you know what they're raising funds for?

I mean, they wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't for anything important.

- So... - Mm.

True.

Let's do it.

It's charity. Feel good to give back.

- Oh. - So good.

Okay, bye.

Yo. This is Drew. Leave a message.

God.

Should we just go over to Drew's?

Give him time, man.

I feel like he should at least answer my texts.

You're making it worse checking on him every five minutes.

This is too much for him. I feel like he's going crazy.

Okay, we're going to drive ourselves crazy

if we keep... talking about it.

There's just a lot going on right now.

Are you going out tonight?

I guess.

We should pre-game.

Get you out of this lame mood.

- Mm-hmm. - Get Tim and Cyclops over here.

I'll call Evan.

Don't get beer on my chair.

Nice. Hey. Hey. You want pizza?

- Pizza? - Yeah, sure.

Hey, hey, let's go.

- Hey, where you been? - Thought we needed beers.

This is why I love Evan. He brought craft beers to a Power Hour.

Tim, you and your Natties need to keep up.

Not looking good. Gentlemen, let's,

let's... get going.

- Hey. - Hey, hey.

Hey!

All that.

Good, right? Told you this is why I get the best.

Wrigley, come on.

Wait, what was I just saying?

You said you guys are going to Diana's fundraiser thing.

Yes. You want to come?

I think I'm going to give her the gift of my absence.

Make her miss me.

Okay. So where do you lose me?

I still see...

still see you.

Gone.

- Seriously? - Holy shit.

Dude, I'm, like, right next to you.

Whoa, I didn't realize your peripheral vision is that fucked.

How are they still letting you drive, Cyclops?

- Watch that. - Fuck!

Hey, what's up with you, man?

Oh!

- Who, me? - Yeah.

- Hey. - Hey.

Seriously, what's going on? You seem a little off.

No, I'm good, man. I'm good.

That's just his face. Don't be a dick.

Uh...

Hey, Wrigley, I think you're sitting in something kind of weird, dude.

- Mm? - What?

What is...

Oh shit. Um,

Yeah, the laundry machines in this building are a nightmare.

So fucking...

He has his stuff sent out.

He fucking sends...

Is Wrig... is Wrigley sitting in your cum stain, bro?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

I am extremely comfortable with Stephen's cum stains.

That's weird.

I appreciate that. That means a lot, actually.

- We should probably get going. - Was it something I said?

Wait, you barely drank. Come on.

It's just so much liquid.

The hour's not over.

- Get over. - Bro, I'm crushing my side beer right now.

Okay.

- See you there. - Funny.

Fucking losers, man. So lame.

Hey.

Oh my God, I didn't think you could make it.

She's got a real, like, First Lady thing going on about her.

- She, like, glows. - Or she could be a total cunt.

No, she's right.

She seems really great.

Are you going to go talk to her?

No, why would I?

Hey.

Look at you, waste face.

We did a Power Hour.

Yeah, I can see that.

Hey.

Cyclops. Get me one?

Why do you call him that?

Oh my God.

So we were at this Hawaiian luau freshman year,

and he almost lost his eye to a barbecue skewer

and had to go to the ER and everything.

- Nickname just stuck. - Oh!

That is so mean.

He doesn't mind.

Oh.

I love him so much.

Would you like to make a donation?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Thanks.

- Would you like any change? - No.

- Okay. - Oh, hey, Wrigley's friend.

- Hi! - Lucy.

Hi. D -Diana, right?

Yeah.

- Hi. - Hey.

I'm glad he actually came through tonight.

- Yeah, it's a good, good turnout. - Yeah.

I feel embarrassed asking this, but what, what is all this for?

Oh, we're creating a scholarship program for kids

whose parents are incarcerated.

Oh my God. Wow. That's, it's, it's...

that's actually amazing.

Most people here don't know what we're raising money for.

They're just trying to get drunk.

But I'm hitting the numbers I want,

and that means some kids might get to go to school,

so I don't really mind.

Diana!

Oh. Hey, thanks so much for coming. Really.

- Where are you going? - How did it go? What's she like?

Very much not a cunt.

Wait. Hold on.

I'm not usually into that.

Can I try to change your mind?

You okay?

Yeah.

Keep going.

Oh my God.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

I've never liked that before.

Actually, no guy has ever made me come.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck.

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