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Dougie, my man.

Pepper and Sawyer, keep doing your BFGF thing. I like it. I do.

What's up, ladies? New hair nets?

Ooh, looking good.

Hey, Newt.

Have you grown since yesterday?

Have I?

Nope. Still five foot annoying.

That's better than 4 '11". Yes, it is.

Hey, Bella, is it just me, or is this unassuming middle school hallway one of

the most magical places on Earth?

Okay, Troy, you've been in the best mood all week. What gives?

Well, let's just say I have finally met my match.

A girl so perfect, the only thing we'll ever argue about is, who's the pretty

one?

Oh, my gosh, Troy, this is so cool. Who is the industry -like hug?

Hey, you can ask yourself.

Here she comes now.

Charlotte Newman?

My dog must have ate yours.

He said it was a luau.

Ooh, Bella.

Got a little spinach in the grill.

Charlotte?

Is that my bae? It's your bae.

No stinking way.

And you can't, you can't.

Take the ball. She'll see you later.

I'll text you sooner. Bye, Bella.

Nice skirt.

Charlotte! I'd feel better if you were dating a rattlesnake. At least with them

you can suck the venom out.

What are you talking about?

Your bae is bad news. Did you hear what she just said to me?

Nice skirt?

Oh, no.

She didn't just say nice skirt. She said...

This is not jealousy.

You have to watch your back around Charlotte. I know she seems all sweet

perfect, but she is not.

Aw, she just sent me the cutest selfie.

She is so pretty. She doesn't even need a filter. Look. I will not.

Look, I'm sorry that you feel this way about Charlotte, all right? But, hey,

people change.

It'd have to be a pretty big change.

Look, you just don't know her like I do, okay? Charlotte pumps me up. She's got

my back. Plus... She smells like birthday cake, and you know that is my

favorite.

Come on, boy.

Troy, I just don't want to see you get hurt.

As your friend, I am begging you, please don't date Charlotte.

And as your friend, I say again, Joey!

Okay. Then as your quarterback, I forbid you from seeing Charlotte.

Forbid? You forbade me? I will not be foreboding.

Bella, look, you may make the calls in the field, but not in my personal life.

All right, I'm dating Charlotte, so you better get used to it.

Verboten? That's not even a word. It's German.

Who put crickets in my locker? If this is somebody's idea of a prank, you can

better.

Oh, sorry, Newt. There was no room for them in mine.

They're for Pepper's new pet frog.

I didn't know crickets and frogs were friends.

No, Newt, the frog eats.

Yeah, they're good friends.

So, you two have been together for a while.

How's that going?

Sorry, Newt. I don't kiss and tell.

I also don't kiss.

Pepper and I are in no rush to get serious.

Oh, there she is now.

That sure sounds like you and Pepper are serious.

You text each other a lot.

Actually, this one's my mom. She's been hassling me to bring home my smelly gym

clothes ever since she got that message from an anonymous teammate.

Whoever that is.

Yeah, I can't believe we never figured out his true identity.

Let me tell her I'm bringing home the clothes.

Oh, thank goodness.

What's wrong?

I texted my mom I love you. Aw.

But I accidentally sent it to Pepper.

What? You just told Pepper I love you?

distracting everybody from practice.

Come on, guys. Huddle up.

We are.

I knew that.

Okay, guys.

Z -hook, H -post on one -on -one. Ready? Break.

Down.

Sit. Do your thing, Troy.

Oh.

Time out.

Coach, Charlotte is a total distraction.

Can't you ask her to leave?

Dawson, I think the only one distracted is you. But, Coach, I'm just... Troy has

been in beast mode since that girl came around.

In fact, he's been playing so well, I sent a video to a scout I know from the

Whitworth Boys Academy.

Wow. They have the best high school football team in Texas. Yeah. And if he

keeps playing like this, he might win a spot there next year.

That's amazing.

Troy has been playing really great.

Maybe Charlotte's good for him after all. And he does seem really happy.

You think?

I guess I can give Charlotte another chance.

For Troy.

Right, Coach?

Yeah, whatever, Dawson. Now, if you'll give me a minute, I'm updating my resume

in case Whitworth needs a new coach.

Coach, you're going to leave? Oh, no, no.

Not unless they ask me.

Hey, Troy.

Hi, Charlotte.

Hey, Bella.

What's up?

Charlotte, I know we... haven't always gotten along, and occasionally we've had

our issues, most of which I've talked to with a guidance counselor.

But now that you're dating my friend, we should be friends too.

Really? Really.

Want to grab a smoothie after practice?

Sorry, I already have a mini -petty scheduled.

Hey, why don't you go with her? My girlfriend and my girl friend.

Sure, that sounds like fun.

And I could really use it, so.

Cool. And today.

So let's commemorate this moment with the photo.

Here you go.

Hey, don't worry about trying to capture our good sides. They're all good.

Okay, do you think when Sawyer texted, I love you, he meant, will you wear my

Bulldogs jacket to the playoff game? Or did he just mean, I love you like I love

theater tops? Or maybe he meant, think I love you means he loves you.

Ugh, can't you ever just be a good friend and tell me my boyfriend doesn't

me?

Listen, I know this is stressful, but you've got to respond to Sawyer.

What do I say?

I'm not ready for this.

I thought he was the strong, silent type, not the lovey -dovey, texty type.

Well, it's been 24 hours. Just send him something, anything.

Okay, I'm doing it.

I am doing it. I'm doing it.

And send. There, done. What should I say? I have no idea.

What the what?

O .M.

Moji.

Can I be honest?

I didn't really expect to have such a good time with you.

Me neither.

This is fun.

All done.

You have the feet of an angel who walks on clouds.

Let's go to your fingernails.

You are going to have to stay back here for a while.

Should I get a magazine?

I had to get through.

Okay.

Oh, Sherry, it's my ex -boyfriend, Blake. Can you check it for me?

Girl, looks like he's wanting to get back together with you.

My plan totally worked.

I was only going out with Troy to make Blake jealous.

I guess it's time to break up with Troy.

Oh, you are good.

And by good, I mean terrible.

Manfeet back there will lose it if she found out I used her friend.

Bad news.

Manfeet just...

I can't believe it, but I'm still surprised.

I'll be fine.

When are you going to do it? I'm not.

The easiest way to dump a guy is to stop talking to him.

You can't ice Troy out.

That's cruel.

At least let me break it to him. He deserves to know he's been dumped.

Actually, that'd be great.

Then I don't have to deal with another guy texting.

I really need my laptop back.

You are a terrible person.

And apparently a laptop thief.

She called you a thief.

Manfeet just left with our flip -flops.

Troy, I have to tell you something.

Look, whatever it is, it can wait. I just got the best news of my life.

A scout from Whitworth is coming to see me play tomorrow.

That's incredible, Troy.

I know. Whitworth is my dream school. If I could play for them... I'd be on the

fast track to a college scholarship.

Oh, my gosh. You're going to blow them away. You know it. With Charlotte at

practice this week, I haven't just been the Troy. I've been the Troyist. And

with her at the game, I will be unstoppable.

About that, Troy, you don't need Charlotte out there to do well. Whoa.

Look, I don't even want to think about how bad I'll play without Charlotte,

okay? I'd fall apart.

So don't even joke like that.

Now, what was it that you wanted to tell me?

Right. I just wanted to tell you that, uh,

Charlotte says good luck and get lots of rest for tomorrow.

Aw, my bae's so sweet. Can you believe how wrong you were about Charlotte?

Yeah, so wrong.

Um, Bella, look, speaking of wrong, get some real shoes. I mean, people are

trying to eat.

if I tell Troy the truth before the game, he'll fall apart in front of the

and never get into his dream school.

Just tell him after the game, then. He's bound to figure it out before then.

Troy texts Charlotte like a thousand times a day. He even texts her from the

bathroom. Ew. I do that.

I mean, ew.

So, what are you going to do?

I don't know.

It's not like I can steal Troy's phone.

Actually, you can.

You can steal his phone and put your number under Charlotte's name.

That way, Trey will think he's texting Charlotte, but he'll really be texting

me. That's genius, Sophie.

I do it to my brothers all the time. They still think they're friends with

Cannon.

Come on, you guys can help me.

I should probably stay away from phones. I don't trust my own thumbs anymore.

Good call. We don't want you to drop another emoji bomb.

I'll handle the phones. You and Sophie are on distraction duty.

I was just about to go. I'd be totally blown away. Ready, Soph?

Yep. Troy, Troy, he's our man. If he can't do it, no one can.

So we hope he does it because if not,

then there must be some kind of terrible mistake.

And we wouldn't want that during a game because of football.

So what do you think?

Well, the Troy, Troy part was really great. Do more of that.

Better not do that chair at halftime.

But I can't tell Pepper my text is a mistake because you can't tell a lady

don't love her, you know?

I'm talking to Cricket.

Great, I'm Pinocchio.

Okay, I was up all night trying to crack Pepper's emoji code.

Are you sure it's a code? All I see is a bunch of little cartoons.

Perhaps to the untrained eye, but there is meaning beneath the meaning.

Listen carefully.

Baby chick hatching from an egg. Pink heart.

Spaceship. Blushing smiley face. Panda bear.

Translation, the birth of our new love has me over the moon with happiness.

Panda bear.

What? Don't worry. An alternative reading is an army of tiny space pandas

about to invade the Earth.

Oh, my gosh.

I can't believe it.

Pepper loves me.

Did you not hear the alternative reading?

More tech.

Seriously, Troy?

What was that? I said, seriously, Troy?

You're going to crush it out there tonight.

Oh, you know it. As soon as I talk to Charlotte. She's been texting me, but

doesn't quite sound like herself.

And I haven't seen her all day.

That's because she's coming down with that flu bug.

She probably doesn't want to get you sick before your big game.

You know, because she's so...

sweet and whatnot.

Hmm. That all sounds exactly like Charlotte.

Speaking of which, it's almost time for our afternoon selfie.

Afternoon what -y?

Yeah. She sends me one every day at 3 o 'clock without fail so I can tell her

how beautiful she is.

Nothing yet.

Doesn't someone like her? I'll be right back. I forgot to remember to do

something.

I knew she wouldn't forget.

Oh, poor thing.

Looks like she's definitely finding something off.

Oh, she was.

I mean, she is.

You know, I better call and make sure she's okay.

Troy, don't.

That's odd. I'm getting voicemail. What's odd is leaving a voicemail. I

hello, what year is this, 2014?

Bella, why does Charlotte's number go to your voicemail?

The truth is, Charlotte was only going out with you to make her ex -boyfriend

jealous so that she could get back with him, which she did.

It's over, Troy.

I didn't want you to find out before your big game in front of the scout.

Charlotte broke up with me? You've known all day and you didn't tell me?

I thought we were friends, Bella.

We are.

Well, friends are supposed to tell each other the truth.

Hey.

Oh, greetings.

Same to you, sir.

Score some touchdowns. Thanks. You too.

Thanks, you too.

Yeah, because you totally play football. And here, I'll flash you a piece on who

does diet.

Sawyer, what's wrong?

Now that I know Pepper loves me, I can't act normal around her.

Everything's changed.

We had a great thing going, but now our relationship is doomed.

Doomed? Oh, heck no.

What did I say about touching my arm? It's a punchable offense.

Ow!

Worth it.

Why did your friend have to fall in love with my friend? Now everything's

ruined. Sawyer's a mess. Pepper's the one who turned into a mess after your

friend said, I love you, like, way too soon.

That was an accident.

Sawyer meant to send that text to his mom.

He doesn't love Pepper.

Wait, so if Sawyer doesn't love Pepper and Pepper doesn't love Sawyer, that

means... The tiny Swiss pandas are coming.

I mean, things can go back to normal.

I don't love you either.

That was our first hug.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Hey, Troy.

Listen, I'm sorry. I tried to trick you. I was only trying to help.

But I understand if you're still mad at me.

Bella, wait.

Look, I'm not mad at you, all right? I'm mad at myself.

I should have listened to you about Charlotte.

And you were just looking out for me in your own way.

Your own crazy, weird, way too personal, probably illegal in most countries way.

And what's up with stealing my phone?

In my defense, you probably should have picked a better password than Detroit.

Why is she even here?

This is my big chance to get into Whitworth, but I'm so angry I don't even

if I can focus on playing.

Unless you focus your anger on playing.

Or, better idea, I can use my mad feelings to help me play better.

Or that.

Okay.

I'm about to kick some butt like this Whitworth scout has never seen.

Yeah!

Charlotte broke up with you?

Whoa. Sorry, man. Oh, wow. Maybe she'd break up with the girl before every

Too soon, Sawyer.

Too soon. Hey, Troy.

This is Drew Althoff, the scout from Whitworth Academy.

I gotta admit, I'm impressed.

It's been a long time since I've seen a talent like yours.

Especially one with such an unfailing grip.

Wow. Thank you, sir.

I meant your handshake, son. You can let go now.

But I did want to tell you that if you want it, there'll be a spot for you at

Whitworth Academy next year.

Wow. Are you serious?

Such a great opportunity.

I mean, there's so many good reasons to go to your school, but... There's a lot

of good reasons to stay here, too.

I'm going to have to think about it.

Thank you.

I understand, son.

We'll need your decision before the end of the school year.

Okay. Thank you.

Just for the record, he doesn't speak for all of us.

I just happen to have my resume here.

Notice how the bullet points mostly line up?

After this week's texting disasters, maybe we should all communicate the old

-fashioned way for a while.

In poem?

In person.

Much better idea.

All right, texting time out.

Everyone, snap your phones. First person to check their text pays for pizza.

Cool. Easy.

Old school.

I guess you guys are buying my pizza.

Bella sent us a video about a kitten driving a monster truck.

I want to see.

That's so dangerous.