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What?
Did you guys just come out of the same room?
No.
Wow.
Don't get the wrong idea.
I promised to make out with him if he could hack into the payment system,
he did.
I'm simply holding up my end of the bargain.
Looks like you guys did a little more than just make out.
A moment of weakness that will never, ever...
Happen again.
You know, it's okay to admit you like someone, especially when they pretty
obviously like you too.
Okay, you're one to talk, Missy.
What do you mean? Who do I like?
Dean?
Do we have to go over this again? We made out once.
Well, twice if you're cutting it last night.
Aha! See?
That is two make -out sessions preceded by three years of ongoing flirting,
drunken sleepovers, and late -night phone calls.
Just get over your trust issues and do him.
Oh, see?
That's a sign.
He obviously likes you, Madison.
Besides, friends don't just give friends make -out sessions.
Says the girl who just gave her friend a make -out session.
Fuck you, skank.
Hello?
I take it you made it home okay?
I woke up and you were gone.
Yeah, sorry. I didn't want to bother you.
I was hoping to take you to breakfast, but if you're willing, I've got
else in mind.
What's that?
Okay.
This weird emotional healing thing I read about in a psychology magazine.
You read psychology magazines?
What? People fascinate me.
Anyways, I was wondering if it worked.
And given that you've got some remnant emotional turmoil...
I'd like you to be my test subject.
Josh isn't remnant emotional turmoil.
You realize that you crawled out of the bar just to get away from him?
Okay, so maybe he's remnant emotional turmoil, but I'm not going to be part of
some experiment just for your own amusement.
I can't believe I'm letting you do this.
It's a good thing I trust you.
I thought you said you didn't trust anybody.
You're right.
Get this off me.
Come on, we're almost there.
All right. Okay.
Here?
What the hell is that?
Hit it.
What?
Hit it. With the bat.
Okay, I need you to take all that negative energy, all the wrong things
done to you, and just beat the shit out of it.
This is your psychological experiment.
Perpetuating violence.
It's a foam bat.
Can't permanently hurt someone with a foam bat.
Yeah, but...
Did you see how fun that was?
You're so crazy.
Do it!
Hit it!
Come on!
Really?
More! More!
Fuck you, Josh Rochette!
Fuck you! Thank you, ma 'am!
Are you guring that?
Roaring? Huh?
Now do you feel better?
Kind of.
Kind of?
Now I feel better. Oh, God, that really does hurt. You told me it wouldn't!
That hurts.
You said it wouldn't, D. I'm totally kidding.
So, did you really read about this in a psychology magazine, or are you just...
Trying to lure me to a remote area of the woods to kill me.
No. I really read about it in a psychology magazine.
You don't strike me as a psychology magazine reading type of guy.
Well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me.
Like what?
Well,
like I went to school to be a psychologist and got
stuck in the bartending thing.
Pay off the student loans and never really went back to it.
Guess that's why I like... You like reading psychology magazines.
Yeah,
exactly.
It's never too late to be what you might have been.
Okay, you're only like the 650th person to tell me that.
What else?
What else don't I know about you?
I'm just as gun -shy about relationships as you are.
Yeah, but probably for a completely different reason.
Like I said,
there's a lot of things you don't know about me.
Then tell me.
I wasn't lying when I said I really like you.
So, Project Dorca Gamma, totally underway.
Did you see the flyers?
Yep. Glad to know we're making a difference in the world.
You're supposed to be cheering me on here, not insulting me.
I'm supposed to be writing a paper on 18th century literature.
So transparent.
What are you talking about?
You're acting all preoccupied when really you're totally worried.
Yeah, I'm worried about flunking English.
Um, no, about my initiation scheme being more epic than yours, and then you
won't be legendary on campus anymore.
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm thinking.
Yeah, it was like all fun and games when everybody was walking around saying,
Wham, bam, thank you, lamb. And you were the most notorious frat boy in the
Greek system.
But once you got wind that my initiation scheme was going to be better than
yours, you were acting like it was no big deal.
It's not just a harmless prank when someone gets hurt. You heard Madison on
news. It was just a joke, Josh. It's not like it was emotional slaughter or
anything.
I broke her heart, Bethany.
Offer a fucking fraternity.
Yeah, one that you made the most notorious one on campus, and brothers
you'll have for life.
Why are you letting her get to you?
I used to think you were a beautiful girl when we first met.
Now, you're just an ugly person.
Excuse me?
I'm going to leave for a few hours to have you and all of your stuff out of
here.
Did you just break up with me?
Yeah.
How does it feel?
You can see another one?
Sure.
You know, I, uh... I know a friend of yours.
Oh, yeah?
Who's that?
Madison Presley.
Don R.
Of course you do.
She's a friend of mine, and...
I know a little bit about your history with her.
I also know about the donation.
Who told you?
Does it matter?
Look, the point is that I know.
It was meant to be anonymous.
Yeah, well... One hell of an apology.
You know, a real one might be actually better.
Just in case you feel inclined to use it.
We're supposed to be studying.
I didn't come to school to study.
Oh, really?
Then what did you come to college for?
Well, I came to get drunk, to party, and I
guess meet a girl like you.
That was such a lie.
Well, it was, but it's true.
God, I promised myself when I got to college I would never date a frat boy.
I'm not a frat yet.
Good. Then let me have my way with you before you morph into a giant prick.
I already got a giant prick.
Ew, you're so gross.
I promise I won't morph.
Good. I hope not.
Because I really like you.
distracting you from studying.
So how did you manage to score the dorm room when you're just a freshman?
Rich Burns?
You're such a spoiled brat.
Gary, we shouldn't like you so much.
What do you mean?
Nothing.
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