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Mm, bedtime.

No, no, no, no, no.

He wouldn't.

I told you it's over.

I must be out of my mind.
What was I thinking?

Again?

What is he even talking about?

Hello?

God, I am tired.

Come on.

Thank God. I've been staring
at this computer screen

for the past hour.

And how's it going?

Well, I'm on
my fourth cup of coffee,

and still not a single word.

Gothic romance novelist
and English teacher?

I swear, Charlotte,
I don't know how you do it.

Well, it's my first try.
I don't know either,

Well, I hate to burst that creative bubble that you're in,

but I need
your new semester forms.

Oh, I haven't. I'm sorry.

Things have just been so crazy.

It's okay.

I need them
by the end of the day.

They're waiting for you
on your desk.

You'll have them by tomorrow,
I promise.

Good luck with the book,
superstar.

Bye, Lydia.

Okay.

Where are
the children's books?

All the way
to the back of the store.

Thanks.

Hey, Charlotte.
How's it going?

I'm all right.
How about you?

Good. We just got the new
Karen Clark book in.

Ooh, awesome.

How's your book coming?

- Don't ask.
- Sorry.

Well, just holler
if you need anything.

Thanks.

Gotta love it, huh?

Love what?

Like an actual bookstore.

Yeah. They do make it
really easy

to just Amazon these days,
don't they?

Yeah, but then you can't
touch it first,

maybe read the back jacket.

I'm Chris.

Charlotte.

I wish my students had this much
enthusiasm for reading.

I am a teacher
over at Roosevelt High.

You're a teacher.

Some days. Others, I just feel
like a glorified babysitter.

Well, it's very cool to meet
a fellow book lover my age.

As much as it pains me
to say this,

I think I'm just a little bit
older than you.

Come on, what are you, 23, 24?

Sure, yeah.
Sounds about right.

So what are you doing
in the romance section?

You don't seem like
the typical fan.

Is that where I am?

Yeah. They're not so bad.

Actually, my grandma Pat
would agree with you

a thousand percent.

She took care of me
after my parents died.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.
That's really, really awful.

You know, it's all good.
It's okay.

We got along famously,

and she was obsessed
with romance novels.

Wow. My kind of grandma.

- When does school start again?
- Next week.

You're not gonna spend
one of your last days of freedom

in a bookstore, are you?

Uh, I mean, not the whole day.

Why don't you meet me later,
and we can hang out?

Really?

Yeah.

I don't--
I don't think I can.

Oh, I get it.
You have a boyfriend.

No. Actually, we're on a break.

So seize the day.

You actually would be
doing me a favor.

I just moved here,
and I barely know anyone.

I don't know.

Tell you what.

Why don't you give me
your number

while you figure it out?

Can't believe I'm doing this.

Catch you later, Charlotte.

So I'm not trying to ruin
your chill or anything,

but shouldn't you be working
on your sex book right now?

You know it's not a sex book.

And yes, I should be.

You just need something to help
get the creative juices flowing.

Have you heard from Scott?

Don't ask.

You should use it.

Aren't you supposed
to write what you know?

A flaky boyfriend isn't exactly
great source material

for passion and romance.

You need to get out there,
find some inspiration.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

So do it. You could use a seedy,
yet tasteful encounter.

Okay, let's not get crazy.

No, Charlotte,
that's what I'm saying.

You need a little crazy
in your life.

Who's that?

Just this guy I met
at the bookstore this morning.

Oh, yeah? Is he cute?

Very. Kind of sweet too.

Hmm. What does this cute,
sweet book reader want

from the likes of you?

- Let me see!
- Hey, Maddie!

And you have plans tonight.

Rusty's, 7.00. Be there.

You can thank me later.

I'm really glad
you texted me back.

I didn't think
you were going to.

Yeah, I didn't
think so either,

but it was kinda
out of my hands.

Hey, Charlotte.
Good to see you.

Hey, Paul, what's up?

Ah, you know.
Can I get you the usual?

Sounds good.

I'll have what she's having.

Uh, you, I don't know.

I get that all the time.

Okay, you're good.

- Did you hear that?
- What?

I'm good.

This was exactly
what I needed.

Maddie would flip out
if she could see me right now.

Who's Maddie?

Oh, she's my roommate
and best friend.

Hmm. And why would she
be doing that?

Well, because it was her idea
for me to get out

and get a little inspiration.

I was hired to write
one of those romance novels

your grandmother
loved so much.

Very cool. I've never met
a real writer before.

What's it about?

Well, it's about this older man
who seduces this young widow,

haunted by the memories
of her dead husband.

Yeah, it's not really going
like I hoped.

I'm completely blocked.

Well, I don't know
if you knew this about me,

but I'm super talented
at unblocking things.

Is that so?

It's kinda my thing.

Thank you so much for the drink
and the amazing company.

Yeah.

You know, I do have
to stop by work

to pick something up, so...

Can I tag along?

Uh, sure. Yeah, I guess so.

Great.

I just wanna say thanks
for coming out.

No, thank you.
I had so much fun.

It's been so long since
the last time I was in school.

This will be interesting.

- After you.
- Ooh, such a gentleman.

It's just right over there.

I can't believe
I just did that.

I know.

I can't believe
I just did that here.

I lied before.

This was what I needed.

I kinda lied to you too.

You probably think I'm like this
all the time, but the truth is

it's been awhile
since I've felt this good.

Okay, so let me
get this straight.

You're intelligent,

you've got the looks
and the body like a male model,

good teeth, no visible scars.

What's the glitch?

I'm a terrible kisser.

Wait. What time is it?

Oh, crap.

I've never had
a one-night stand before.

You're so sweet and cute,

but the whole hooking up
with a stranger thing,

it's not really my style.

Come on, we gotta
get out of here.

So...

thank you for getting me
out of the house.

I will never forget it.

You never know. Maybe we'll run
into each other again someday.

Oh, Chris.

I don't think so.

We shall see.

What do you want, Scott?

Oh, good morning to you too.
You're in a great mood.

Well, I was until you called.

Oh? I'm just calling to see
if you want to grab dinner

sometime this week.

Tried stopping by last night,
but you weren't home.

Wait, you were here last night?

Twice. Once around 8.00
and again around 11.00.

Where were you?

- Out.
- Out?

That doesn't sound like you.

Well, maybe you don't know me
as well as you think you do.

Were you like on a date
or something?

No, you don't get
to ask me that.

Charlotte, I can't believe
you were actually on a date.

You know what I can't believe?
After four years together,

you still don't know if I'm the person you want to be with.

- That's not true.
- No?

Great. If you have
something different to say,

I would love to hear it.

- Charlotte...
- Yeah, that's what I thought.

I gotta go.

- Um, what's wrong?
- What do you think?

He's persistent,
I'll give him that.

Inconsistent is more like it.

So can I borrow
that green summer dress I love?

- The low-cut one?
- I have a date tonight.

If you spent half as much time
as you do on bad dates

and actually spent it
looking for a real job...

Forget about me. I want to hear
about your date last night.

Um, uh...

Wait a minute.

You didn't!

What did you do?

You're bad!
I can't believe it!

You know, it's not something
I would normally do,

- but I have to say...
- You had fun.

- I did.
- See? I told you.

You did something crazy,
and the world didn't end.

You need to start
trusting me more.

And since it was basically me

who sent you off
on this mission of pleasure--

Fine. You can take it.

Thank you.

But I want it back. Clean.

Yeah.

Hey.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Charlotte.

I got your forms last week
finally. Thank you.

My pleasure.

So, Lee, how was your summer?

Summer softens the mind.
And yourself?

You know, it got off
to a rough start,

but had a nice landing.

Did you see what was tagged
on north wall this morning?

No. What?

In big letters, it said,
"Vice Principal Clark eats..."

Well, you can imagine the rest.

Actually, I-I can.

Wow. He is more fun
than ever, huh?

He's always been cranky,

even before his wife died
last winter.

- Oh, God, I almost forgot.
- 26 years together.

- I can't imagine.
- Speaking of,

are we gonna hear those wedding
bells with you and Scott?

Okay, wrong question. Um...

How's the book coming along?

Better than ever.

Good. That's exactly
what I want to hear.

Have a great day.

You too, darling.

Romeo and Juliet.

Shakespeare's tribute
to star-crossed lovers.

Let's dive in.

That was fast.

Why can't we just
watch the movie?

Okay, guys,
this isn't film class.

We're here to read.

Okay, I'll tell you what.
You give me your full attention,

we'll make it through
the first act,

then watch that part of the
movie to compare and contrast,

move on to Act Two
and so on and so forth.

How does that sound?

Sounds awesome.

Hi. Uh, what are you
doing here?

It's the first day of school.

I'm Chris Williams.
I'm new here.

Oh. Uh...

Um, nice to meet you, Chris.
I'm Miss Hanson.

I know your name.

"Charlotte Hanson,
English Lit."

Or am I in the wrong place?

Uh, no.

Welcome to Roosevelt High.

Thank you.

This is what we're
tackling first.

Perfect.

Even though, from the
very beginning of the play...

uh, we can see
that the two families,

the bad blood that they have
with each other,

- it's destroying the city.

Oh. Looks like we're done
for today.

We'll pick up tomorrow.

Oh.

Chris, can I talk to you
for a second?

I hope last night
won't affect my grade.

Why didn't you tell me
you're still in high school?

You never asked.

I didn't ask you
if you were a serial killer.

That's kind of something
that you tell somebody.

If you knew I was
in high school,

would you have met me
at that bar?

No.

Would we have come back here?

No! Absolutely not!

Then you know
why I didn't tell you.

Now we get to spend
more time together.

Do you know how much trouble
I could get into for this?

Relax. I just turned 18.

Thank God.

Wait, you had an ID at the bar.

Like those are hard
to come by.

Okay, look at me.

If anybody finds out about,
you know, I'm finished.

Here or any other school.

Okay, I promise.

No one has to know
what happened between us.

There is no us, okay?

I'm your teacher,
you're my student. That's it

If that's the way it has to be,
Charlotte...

Miss Hanson.

Then that's the way
it has to be.

I just ask one thing,
all right?

Send me some of your book.

I just want to see
what you can do.

Okay, if I do that,

this is the last time
we talk about the bookstore

or the bar or...

Your desk?

All of it.

- Deal?
- Deal.

- Hey.
- Hi.

You look like
you could use this.

Oh, thank you, I could.

First day, always a bear.

So how are you doing?
Really.

I subscribe
to the triple-A theory

on all things in life

adjust, adapt, accept.

I like that.

I miss waking up with her
in the morning though,

I will say that.

So...

I saw you talking with our new
student, Mr. Williams, today.

You did?

I did.

Anything you want to tell me?

Uh...

You know me. I like to get
an early read on the new kids.

Right, of course, yeah.

So?

Do you think Mr. Williams
is gonna fit in?

Or do you think
he's gonna be a problem?

Well, I just met him today,
but no.

No, I... I don't expect
any problems from him.

Good.

Who made coffee this morning?
It's excellent.

- Come on, come on.
- Stop it.

Hey, hands off of her!

Whoa, whoa! Come on!
Hey, what are you doing?

I'm trying to talk
to this girl.

Hey, you going rough
on my teacher?

- No, man, I--
- Huh? A woman?

- I was not trying--
- Yeah, okay, get out of here!

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I've never seen
that side of you before.

I'm full of surprises.

You shouldn't be calling me.

Sorry. I wanted to do
a little reading before bed.

When are you gonna send over
those chapters?

Yeah, about that.

I'm starting to think
that's not such a great idea.

But we had a deal.

Right, but the last thing I need
is for someone to find out

that I'm talking on the phone
to a student,

much less sharing something
so... intimate.

So I shouldn't post this to the Roosevelt High Twitter page?

When did you take this?

You don't have any other photos
from that night

that I don't know about,
do you?

That's all the photos I got.
I swear.

You're staring at it,
aren't you?

- No.
- You should.

We look hot together.

All right, listen.

I'll send you the chapters
I have so far, but that's it.

No more innuendos,
no more flirtatious looks.

You're just another guy
in my class,

listening to me drone on and on
about dead writers.

I know.

That was the deal, remember?

Okay, fine.
I'll send it right now.

- Charlotte?
- In here.

Hey.

How was your coffee date?

Should've swiped left
on his ass.

I need a drink.

Come to Rusty's with me?

Sure, why not?

I gotta go.
Happy reading.

Who are you and what have you
done to my best friend?

Excuse me?

I don't know.
You just seem different.

I can't explain it.

This guy must have really
done a number on you.

And I bet I know
what number it was too.

You are such a nut.

So when are you meeting up
with this bookstore stud again?

Oh, I'm not.

Are you insane?
Why wouldn't you hit that again?

Just not a good idea.
Trust me.

Then send him my way,
damn it.

I gotta go.

I knew it. Fine, go.

Tell Scott I said to crap
or get off the pot, will ya?

I will.

Gotta love it, huh?

Gotta love what?

You know,
mingling with actual people.

No dating apps,
no swiping this way or that way.

Whatever happened to the art
of just walking up

to a pretty girl at the bar
and saying hi?

Hi.

Hi. I'm Maddie.

Frank. You here by yourself?

I wasn't until
my friend bailed on me.

Oh, me too.

Where'd yours run off to?

Ex-boyfriend. Big mess.

What do you mean?

Oh, he's an artist.
You know the type.

- Can't commit.
- Is he any good?

Good enough to have a studio
on Franklin Street.

He's always there.
I'm sure that's where she went.

Hey, what was so important

that you had to see me
like right away?

I'm telling you,
Charlotte,

everything I've shot since you
left me looks like hot garbage.

I want to take you to dinner.

'Cause hot garbage to dinner
is such a disgusting segue.

I'm serious.

You see?

I'm serious.

I can tell.

I mean, if you can do that,

then I'm pretty sure
you can share a meal with me.

Ever heard of a booty call?

Come on.
You know it'll be good times.

You can sit back
and have a good laugh

at just how pathetic
my life has become

over a nice chef salad.

- Hmm.
- No egg.

Extra dressing?

- On the side.
- Mm-hmm.

Just give it some thought, okay?

Okay.

So... how's the book coming?

Great. I'm actually
plowing right through it.

Really? I thought you had
writer's block.

Yeah, I... I got rid of it.

Oh.

Well, that must be a relief.
How'd you do it?

I gotta get to class.

Hello?

Ohh! Scared the hell out of me.

Sorry, man.
I didn't mean any harm.

No, no, no, it's okay.

Something I can help you with?

Oh, just passing by.
Thought I'd check out your work.

Yeah, yeah, of course.
I'm Scott.

Jeremy.

So what's your story, Scott?

Ah, I guess it's just the life

of a typical
professional photographer.

Make most more money
off my commercial work, but...

These cityscapes
are your real passion.

I can tell.

Really dig your work, man.

Oh, thanks.

I just moved to town.

Been staring at empty walls
for a few weeks now.

Sounds awful.

Anything catching your eye?

Yeah, like all of them.

The way you frame this photo,
I'm telling you,

it'd look awesome
in my new place.

I guess a few of them would.

- Where'd you move from?
- Miami.

What passes
for taste down there,

everything's just so...

Shiny?

- So you been?
- Yeah. I actually went to UFL.

- What part of--
- Look, Scott.

I'm just gonna come out
and say it, all right?

I really dig your work.

I guess the only problem
that I can see is my mother.

Uh, how so?

Well, she had a saying

"Never make a major purchase
without sleeping on it first."

Well, mothers.
They know best, right?

Right.

So is it cool I just
think about it a little bit

and then come back
and see you again?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Hey, Jeremy, uh, how major
a purchase are we talking?

Let me surprise you.

Romeo isn't the coolest
character in the beginning.e t

He's kind of cranky.
He doesn't think before he acts.

Even his best friends
think he's annoying.

But Juliet,
she's different than Romeo.

Thoughtful. More practical.

She knows if she refuses
her mother's request

to consider Paris as a mate,

that's gonna do her no good,

even though she's clearly
not interested.

Sorry. I know I'm late.

- I guess that's it for today.

I'll see you guys tomorrow.

- Do you have a late note?
- Nope.

You can't just come and go
as you please. Where were you?

How was the rest of your night?
You do anything fun?

Don't you have another class
to get to?

Don't you want to know
what I thought about your book?

Of course I do.

All right, well,
it was really awesome.

I guess you're not blocked
anymore.

Don't.

I thought it was an older guy
in your story.

You didn't change the age
because of me, did you?

I'm serious.

I swore I could feel us
spilling off those pages.

Took me back to our night,

you and me on your desk,
wrapped in each other arms.

I know you remember.

Don't.

Ahem.

Oh, Lee, hi.
We were just finishing up here.

Oh, you're right about that.

I think you need to get
to class, young man.

Mr. Williams,
maybe you didn't hear me.

I said you need
to get to class.

Okay, I get it.
That might have looked---

Might have?

Look, I don't like to mince
words, so I'll just say it.

When I saw you
and Mr. Williams

talking way too close
the second time in one week,

do you know what I thought?

- What?
- I'll tell you what I thought.

I thought about all those
adult males out there

reading about female teachers
sleeping with their students

and wondering, "Where were they
when I was in high school?"

Like it's some kind
of goddamn joke!

Well, I am not
one of those men.

And I'm not one of those women,
believe me. I would never--

He just came to the school.

You know how difficult
that can be.

I was just giving him
a little extra help.

Little extra help.
It looked to me

like he was helping himself
just fine.

- That's presumptive.
- Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

Either way, I'm taking him
out of your class.

I'm not in the business
of looking foolish, Charlotte.

A story gets around about a
teacher messing with a student,

it's a bad look
for the people in charge,

so if I see you and Mr. Williams
within 10 feet of each other

inside my school or out,

I promise you will never stand
in front of a classroom again.

Do you understand?

Got it.

And whatever this was
or might have been...

is over now.

- You're gonna get me fired.
- What'd he say?

He's gonna have you transferred
out of my class.

And as long as
he's walking the halls,

we can't even look
in each other's direction.

- It was my fault.
- Yeah, no kidding.

I'll just have to live with it,
I guess.

Maybe it's for the best.

You know, just easier that way.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're probably right.

Good, good. I'm glad we're
finally on the same page.

Oh, we are.

Don't worry.

Okay.

Mr. Williams, what the hell
are you doing here?

Just checking out my new
neighborhood, that's all.

Too young to drink.

And I bet you're not
too old to remember

there's ways around that.

All right, son--

Have you been drinking
your sorrows away?

What?

I heard you lost your wife
not too long ago,

and I'm really sorry
about that.

I know if there was
something keeping me

and the love of my life apart,

I'd be sad too.

And real goddamn mad.

You're not going
to transfer me

out of Charlotte's class now,
are you?

Charlotte?

Because her and I,

we have a very special
relationship.

Uh-huh. I knew it.

The only thing
you need to know

is to back the hell
off of us or I--

Or what?

Listen to me, Mr. Williams,

I suggest you stop this nonsense
right now and get yourself home.

And I fully expect you
in my office

first thing in the morning,

so we can officially
put an end

to whatever you and Miss Hanson
have going on.

Fine.

Charlotte?

Hey.

Can you believe it?

Believe what?

You haven't heard?

Come on you're scaring me.
Just tell me what happened.

It's Lee.

He killed himself.

What?

When?

Last night.

I tell you, I haven't stopped
shaking since I heard about it.

How? How did he do it?

Shot himself in his car.

- Oh, my God.
- I know.

Looks like he couldn't get over
losing his wife, after all.

He's like the last person
I thought

would do something like that.

Me too.

I guess you never really
know someone, do you?

I'm sorry I had to give you
the bad news.

Thanks for letting me know.

- I'll talk to you soon.
- Okay.

So this guy just showed up
at the studio out of the blue?

Yeah. He says he's interested
in a couple photos,

but he needs
to sleep on it first.

That's a good thing, right?

Yeah, if he comes back
and buys, it is.

I can't stop thinking about Lee.

I can't believe
he would do that.

Yeah, no, it's horrible.

Didn't he just lose his wife?

Yeah, last winter.

See? I listen to you
when you talk.

So, uh, last night, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, that was...
interesting.

I didn't hear you complaining.

I wasn't, and I'm not now,
at all.

I'm just kind of curious
what got into you.

Oh, we didn't order dessert.

It's on the house, ma'am.
Enjoy.

Oh, I'd enjoy it a lot more

if he didn't just
call me "ma'am."

I, um...
I think I got your piece.

What do you mean,
my piece?

Scott.

Look, I'm sorry
it took me so long, okay?

I suppose I could get into

how my father's been
married three times,

and how I'm secretly terrified

that this will pull me away
from my art,

but the truth is...

I'm nothing like my father.

And I only want
to get married once.

And my art?

It means absolutely nothing
without my muse by my side.

I love you so much.

Will you marry me?

Yes! Yes!

Yeah?

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, you gotta put it on.

Hey.

I'm about to go crush some yoga.
What'd you wanna tell me?

What? Oh, my God!
Are you happy?

- I am, really, but...
- But what?

There's something else
I want to talk to you about.

What's wrong?

Is everything okay, Charlotte?

I screwed up.

Even though I didn't know
I was screwing up at the time.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

The bookstore guy.

Yeah?

Well, it turns out...

he's actually in my homeroom.

What do you mean, he's like
your teacher assistant?

Holy crap. He's your student.

I swear I didn't know.
He doesn't look that young,

and he had an ID.

This is insane.

How's he been acting
in your class?

He's fine, I think.

I just-- I feel really bad.

No, it's not your fault.
You didn't know.

I just wish I could
take it all back.

I think he really
had a crush on me.

Had or has?

He seems to get it. I made it
really clear that it's over.

But I just feel...

Bad.

That can happen when you
walk on the wild side.

You didn't tell me
about that part.

So Scott doesn't know?

I'm kind of hoping
he doesn't have to.

I'm really getting used to this.

So you really don't think
this dude's gonna be a problem?

I thought he was gonna be for
a minute, but he's cool with it.

He totally gets it.

Hi.

Hi. What are you doing?

Toasted,
light on the cream cheese.

Just assumed.

Come on, don't make me
eat alone.

- Quickly.
- All right.

So?

How does your grandmother
like the house?

Oh, well, she actually died
a few months ago,

but I'm pretty sure
she'd like it well enough.

I didn't know
she passed away too.

I'm so sorry.
So who are you living with now?

I'm 18, remember?

I don't need a guardian,

and since my parents
have a small trust fund,

I don't need to move in with
a third-string relative either.

You've had a rough summer.

It's nothing compared
to when my parents died.

I don't think
I said a word out loud

for two months
after it happened.

They were only supposed
to be gone a week.

Hey, it's okay.

No.

I love you.

Chris, stop.

It's not just about you
being my student now, okay?

Break's over.

I'm very happy.

Are you sure this is
what you really want?

Yes. It really is.

I gotta go.

- Chris--
- It's okay.

I'm good, I'm good.

Congratulations, really.

You should finish your bagel
before it gets cold.

- Told you I'd be back.
- Yeah, I'm, uh...

glad you are.

So?

So I slept on it.

That's good.

I woke up thinking
the same thing.

I want your work on my walls.

Great, great.
Which ones you thinking?

Well, I got my eye
on at least two of them.

That one...

and definitely that one.

Yeah, sounds good.

Man, I am having
a hell of a week.

Good. Great.

Let's close this deal
over a couple beers.

Uh, yeah, sure.

Why not?
I'm the boss, right?

Done.

Yeah, there's the place
right around the corner.

- Just give me a minute.
- Take your time.

- To great art.
- To great taste.

So you just sold
a couple of photos.

You're very welcome,
by the way.

What else happened
that made your week?

I got engaged.
Getting married, man.

Wow. That is an epic week.
What's her name?

Charlotte.

Pretty name.

Pretty girl.
She an artist too?

Uh, no, no, she's been
writing a book lately,

but mostly she's a teacher.

How about you?
Got yourself a lady?

I do, actually.
She's a teacher too.

We just met, but I feel like
I've known her forever.

How long you guys been together?

Uh, four years and some change.

Took me a little while,
but I came around.

So many girls,
so little time, right?

No, it's not like that, man.

She knows
I never cheat on her.

She'd be out the door
at the first sign.

Well, congratulations again.
To love.

Yeah. You know, we should
double up sometime,

take the girls
out on the town.

Now, that would be fun.

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

When did you
get back into town?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm not who you think I am.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

You know what? You look
just like somebody I know.

No, uh, no worries, all right?
Don't worry about it.

Well, I should've known.
You are a much better kisser.

- Hey, what's up?
- Hey.

So, uh, yeah,
my night just got weird.

- Can I come over?
- Sounds good.

All right.
I will see you soon. Okay.

That's so strange.
So who is this guy again?

Uh, Jeremy Something-or-other.

- He just left you at the bar.
- Yeah. I don't know.

Maybe stumbled out drunk,
could've met up with his girl.

So do you have a deal
on the photos or not?

I don't know. I mean,
he seems to keep coming around.

I guess I just have to wait
till I see him again.

The good thing is is that now
I'm here, not there.

- Yeah, screw that guy.
- Yeah, screw that guy.

- Is that my phone?

- Screw your phone.

What the hell?
Who keeps texting me?

What?

- What?
- Are you kidding me?

What?

Did getting engaged to me
freak you out that bad?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, God.

This is not
what it looks like.

What it looks like is she had
her tongue in your mouth

about an hour ago.

She just walked right up to me,

and she kissed me
out of nowhere.

Oh, yeah, you look so stunned.

I was! I swear!
I never saw her before my life.

- Who sent you this?
- I don't know!

- You know, I don't even care!
- Charlotte, this is crazy.

What's crazy is me
waiting for you for four years.

- I want you to leave.
- Just listen to me.

I don't even wanna look
at your face right now. Go!

Come on.

Now!

I...

Oh, God. Leave me alone.

Hey.

Hey.

Question.

That guy that you were having
drinks with the other night,

that patron of the arts,
what was his name again?

Jeremy.

What does Jeremy
look like?

Uh, I don't know.

He's pretty athletic,

dark hair,

about my height.

- Kinda young?
- Yeah.

He's younger than us.

Is this him?

That's him.

Oh, crap.

What? When was this?

How do you know Jeremy?

His name's not Jeremy.
It's Chris.

How do you know that?

You know, a few nights ago,

that date that you
assumed I was on?

This is the guy
that you were out with?

We were on a break.
I'm sorry.

And then you go
and you accuse me of cheating?

Yeah, because
he set it up like that.

So what, this kid's
obsessed with you or something?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Don't worry about it
'cause I'm gonna kill him.

No. You need
to stay away from him.

- The hell I do.
- Just let me handle this.

Why?

Because there's something else
I didn't tell you about.

Geez, Charlotte,
what else could there be?

Chris is one of my students.

I didn't know that
until after we--

Until after you what?

Scott...

Until after you what?

I'm sorry, okay?

I think it's your turn to leave.

- Come on, please?
- Just go.

Please? Go.

I need time with this.

I'm gonna make this better.

I promise.

I need to see you. Now.

Hey, I'm glad you--

I know what you did,
you freaking maniac.

What do you mean?

Scott, the photos
you were gonna buy,

the girl at the bar.

Why are you stalking my life?

You're not still anxious

about being seen with me,
are you?

Vice Principal Clark is gone.

He's not gone. He's dead.

What's the difference?

You've got problems, Chris.
You need help.

You're the one
who slept with your student.

Before I knew who you were.

You think it'll matter
if it gets out?

All they'll say is that
she slept with a teenager.

You're not gonna tell anybody.
You know why?

Because if you come near me
or anyone I care about again,

I'm gonna go
straight to the cops

and have them stick you with
every stalking charge they have,

then Scott will testify
how sick and twisted you are.

If you have half a brain at all,
you will leave us alone.

You should save that fantasy
for your book.

First chance I get,

I'm transferring you
out of my class.

Well, I'm glad it's not today.
I love a good movie.

As promised, we'll be watching
Act One of Romeo and Juliet.

Maybe it'll make you
appreciate the words more,

but I'm not holding out hope.

Any questions
before we get started?

Okay, hit the streaming link
to the school server.

Oh, my...

What?

Let's try adulting today.

It's that--

Wait, is that--

You guys, that is in here.

No, shut it off, please.
Please, there's been a mistake.

Nothing wrong where I'm sitting.
The new guy's the man, huh?

It just posted to
the Roosevelt High Twitter page!

He must've spliced itHe mut

into another copy of the movie,

and just slipped it in
without me seeing it.

What the hell
were you thinking?

I told you.
I didn't know he was a student.

And when you found out
that he was,

you didn't do anything
about it?

I did! I told him that nothing

could happen between us again.

I thought he was okay with that.

Well, he just uploaded your
sex tape to the whole school,

so being "okay"
might be overstating it.

And what makes you think your
classroom, where you teach,

would be the perfect choice
for this little rendezvous?

It just happened.

I don't know
what's gonna happen next.

The police are gonna have
to take a statement and--

- Oh, my God.
- God, I'm so embarrassed.

It's a lot more serious than
just your feelings, Charlotte.

I know that.

Am I fired?

I don't know yet.

Like you said, he is 18,

and I don't think that anyone
is gonna doubt your story.

So there's gonna have to be

an official investigation
that will take place,

and the community is gonna
come after you on social media.

But I'll see what I can do.

Thank you so much.

Don't thank me yet.

You're suspended without pay.

It's off Twitter at least,
right?

It's been taken down,
but come on, Charlotte.

Is anything ever really
off of the Internet?

Okay, look.

Superintendent Roth is gonna
be calling me any minute,

but I'll look at his file

and see if I can find anything
that might help you out.

All right.

Christopher Williams.

Okay, so his parents were killed
when he was four.

Plane crash.

And he saw a couple of shrinks
during junior high

to deal with the trauma and...

- Hmm.
- What?

He requested to be
in your classroom.

There was a week
between us meeting

and the first day of school.

And it definitely
should've been flagged,

instead of him being allowed--

Vice Principal Burns, you're needed in the library.

Okay, I'm on my way.

Charlotte, I'll be right back.

Okay.

Oh, no.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my God.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Are you still mad at me?

Well, I was,

but it didn't take me long
to realize

that if I had just done
the right thing a while ago,

then we wouldn't be here.

I want to see you.
Where are you?

I'm driving. I'm going
to his last high school.

- It's a few hours away.
- Why would you do that?

Because I need to get
more information on him

to make a case for the cops
that this guy's dangerous.

Well, how was school today?
Did he try anything else?

Yeah, you could say that.
I'll tell you about it later.

Charlotte, I don't know why you won't let me handle this guy.

Just tell me we're okay.

We're okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

Okay.

Hi.

Yes, hello, can I help you?

Hi. Yes, you had a student,
Chris Williams.

He moved away last summer.

I was wondering if I could ask
you a few questions about him.

What is this about?

Well, he's my student now,

and the two of us just got off
on the wrong foot,

and I was thinking if I got
to know more about him, maybe--

And you are?

- Charlotte.
- Charlotte.

If you really are a teacher,
then you should know better

than to think we're gonna gossip
about past students

to just anyone who walks in.

Maybe I can talk
to the principal then.

Well, I don't know about you
Charlotte,

but we are very busy
around here,

so if you will excuse me...

Look, I'm sorry.
Come on, please.

This is really important.
Is there anybody I can talk to?

Ashley Hayes.
Hmm? What about her?

Excuse me. Ashley Hayes?

- Yes.
- I'm sorry to bother you.

I need to ask you
a few questions

about a student
who used to go here.

- Mm-hmm.
- Chris Williams.

He's my student now.

Why are you asking?

Look, I know this is gonna sound
a little crazy, but...

You slept with him.

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna judge you.

I didn't judge Beth when
she started sleeping with him.

Beth? Beth Singer?

Yeah. Yeah, that was her name.

Was?

She's dead.

What?

She was strangled
in her kitchen last June.

Do they know who did it?

It's hard to say.

She, uh, she had a boyfriend.

She would see him
on and off-- Eddie--

and he did get rough
with her before,

so the police assumed
it was him,

but they haven't been able to
find any evidence to prove it.

Do you think
it could've been Chris?

I don't know.

Maybe. You know,

she did tell me
that he was acting strange

a few days
before she was killed.

She said that
he would do things

that would make her
feel uncomfortable, like...

like he would call her
by a different name.

Do you think he did it?

Look at this.

Oh, my God.

That's Beth's.

I just found it at his house.

And our school's
vice principal,

the only one who knew
about me and Chris,

he just killed himself.

Jesus.

I'm gonna need that when I go
to the cops with everything.

Of course. Take it.

Use it to get the bastard.

You look just like her.

Is there anything else
I need to know about him?

That's all I got.

But I do know someone else
you should talk to.

So how can I help you?

Well, this is gonna
sound strange

and maybe even unethical,

but I need to know
everything I can

about a student who went here.

Chris Williams.

I'm a guidance counselor,
Miss...

- Charlotte.
- Charlotte.

I just can't give out
that kind of information.

Please. You have to help me.

I don't have anywhere else
to turn.

Well, who are you to him,
exactly?

I'm his teacher.

You slept with him too.

And now I'm in trouble.

And not the kind you think.

I'm sorry.
I-- I can't help you.

Please, please, you--

You have to help me.
I was just at his house.

I didn't see any sign
of a grandmother.

Come on, you've got to tell me
what I'm dealing with here.

Please.

You know what?
Thanks a lot.

He doesn't have a grandmother.

He got foster care
when his parents died.

He was just a paycheck to them.

They did all but ignore him.

Luckily for him,
he had Miss Martin.

Who's she?

Jane Martin.

His elementary schoolteacher.

From what he told me,

she was the only adult
to ever show him any love

after the plane crash.

She was his whole world,
and then she moved away.

And he said
he felt beyond lost.

I never even saw him
smile until...

Until what?

Until Beth Singer
started working here.

I heard rumors of them
getting a little too close,

but he just laughed it off.

My guess is she must have pulled
away when his smile went away.

He must have returned to
whatever dark place he was in

when he first lost his folks.

Look, Chris has a lot of rage.

I know. That's why I'm here.

And he must get that confused
with love.

He showed me a picture
of Miss Martin once.

Crazy thing is she looked
just like you and Beth,

except she wore her hair
in a ponytail

and had a Southern accent.

Definitely has a type.

And now Beth's dead.

Yeah.

I was told that the police
aren't sure who killed her.

Do you think Chris
could have done that?

I really can't say any more.

I'm sorry, Charlotte.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Hey, baby, where are you?

- I'm heading back.
- Good.

- Are you at the studio?
- Yeah, I'm here.

You find anything out
about that little creep?

You have no idea.

That doesn't sound good.
What else did you hear?

He's a lot more dangerous
than we thought.

He might have had something
to do with Lee's death.

What? You serious?

I'll come get you, and we'll go right to the cops.

Yeah, yeah, do that.

That definitely sounds
like a plan.

There is some traffic.
I'm still a few hours away.

Okay, you be careful.

Okay, you too.

Don't worry about me. Bye.

Bye.

Think I can handle
this punk kid.

Do you believe in fate?

- You!
- Me!

You took my number,
then never called.

I did. Forgive me, but my life
has just been insane lately.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But I swear I've been
thinking about you

at least 95% of the time
since the moment I met you.

Can I buy you a drink?

- I wouldn't say no.
- Great.

Beer for me and whatever
she's having, please.

- The usual?
- Yeah.

So I'm gonna use
the little girls' room,

but I will be right back.

And I will be right here
missing you.

Scott, where are you?

I'm about ten minutes away
from the studio.

I can't find Maddie.

I'm starting to freak out.

I was hoping
you could talk me down.

Okay, I'll be there soon. Bye.

Okay. I'm sure she's fine.

Is this hallway
turning like a top,

or is it just me?

It's just you. Come here.

Hey, wait, wait.

You're like a decent dude,
right?

'Cause I swear,
no matter what I do,

I always seem to end up
with the jerks.

Don't worry.
I'm one of the good guys.

Thank God.

I have this friend,
Charlotte.

She always finds the nice ones.

Not tonight she doesn't.

- No?
- Trust me.

You have so much more
to offer me at the moment

than your friend.

Do you know why?

'Cause you're gonna help me
get Charlotte back.

Huh? But you...

Spiked your drink.

Hey, is she okay?

Oh, she's fine.
A few too many.

You know how it is.

Oh, yeah.
I know how it is, dude.

Been there, done that.

In fact, I'm going there
right now.

You have a good night.

Have fun.

Okay.

Okay, let's go.

We're already late for class.

- Scott?

Are you okay?

Baby, what's wrong?
What happened?

He hit me in the head.

I'll get you some help.

Yes, it's my fiancé.
He was hit in the head.

Okay. 172 Franklin Street.
Please hurry.

Okay, they're coming.
You're gonna be okay.

What did you do?

Don't be mad at me.
He was keeping us apart.

And what about
the vice principal?

Same story.

Why are you doing this to me?

Come on, Miss Martin, you know.

No, I'm not Miss Martin.

Chris, listen to me.
I'm not her.

I know that, okay?
I know you're not!

I'm calling the cops.

No, you don't want to do that.

Maddie.

If I hear one siren,
if I see one flashing light...

Please, please don't hurt her.

- So you'll come meet me?
- Yes, yes, where are you?

You've taught me so much,

I thought the school
was the perfect place

to finish the lesson.

- Okay, I'll be right there.

Oh, thank God.

Okay, Scott.

I love you. Gotta go.

We got this.

Please look into the light.

Maddie!

Welcome back.

You okay?

What did you do to her?

She's taking a nap.

Wake up, come on.
Come on, come on.

You know, every time
I'm in this room,

all I can think about is
you and me on this desk...

and on the floor back there

and against the window.

Go to hell.

You don't know what hell is!

I'm here right now.
What do you want from me?

I just want a little more time
with you in this room before...

Before what?

The last act.

I've run out of road
on this story,

and you already know
how it ends.

You've taught it enough times.

What do you mean, exactly?

The star-crossed lovers
die together.

But I'll tell you what.

You can decide how we go.

So you know,
I recommend the pills.

If I agree to this,
you got to let her go.

She doesn't deserve this.

Just like you don't deserve
what happened to you,

and your parents dying.

No one there to love you,

just a teacher who had no idea
what she was setting in motion.

You look a little nervous there,
Charlotte.

The trigger's gonna be
harder to pull--

Shut up!

Come on, let's get you up.

Come on.
Can you stand up?

Come on.
Go, go, go, go.

You got it. I got you.

I want you to take this and
meet me at the front entrance

in five minutes.

Where is she? Come here.

Bitch.

Hi, Chris

Miss Martin?

Is that really you?

Yeah, it's really me.

I missed you so much.

Did you miss me?

I'm sorry I had to leave you
like that.

That wasn't fair of me at all.

I love you so much, honey.

And so does she.

Stay back.

Get away from us!

You messed with
the wrong teacher.

So are you ready
to sign some books?

Definitely.

Great.

Hi. Who should I make it out to?

- Jennifer.
- Okay.

Hello, Chris.
How are we today?

I'm drawing a picture.

I see that.

So, Chris,

you've been with us
a little while now,

and you'll definitely be with us
for a little while longer.

But I really do believe
that I can help you

past the issues
that brought you to us

the obsessive thoughts,

the violence
masquerading as love.

With the right medication
and the right therapy,

I certainly can see you
getting back out there,

being a productive member
of society.

Would you like that?

And you're taking your pills?

Every one.

Wonderful.

Here's today's dosage.

Good job.

Okay, well, you can get back
to drawing your picture now.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Sure thing, Miss Hanson.