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Hey. Uh, ready to go?

Ye-- Almost.

Um... have you seen my hairbrush?

Uh, I thought it was important to get rid of anything that might,

you know, trigger you.

Like a hairbrush?

Well, we didn't know what was stolen.

But we... tried to look out for anything...

personal or important.

You left some random old clothes and my mom's ashes.

Considering the circumstances...

privacy is a privilege that I can no longer afford you.

Your stealing was out of control,

and you ran away from home

with a grown woman.

She's not much older than me. We'd be in college at the same time.

Oh, really? And, um... and where does she go to college?

It's over, okay?

Well, good, because there will be no more dating for... forever, maybe?

I said I'm sorry.

Um, I came back home.

Like, what more do you want from me?

I want you to stop acting out.

So, from now on, there's no more unstructured free time.

You are either at home, at school, or at SA.

And those aren't to hang out and socialize.

You need to get a sponsor. Ninety meetings in 90 days.

But one day at a time, of course.

Wow, well, I'm glad everyone's brushing up on their 12-step lingo,

but I'm gonna be late for school.

One more thing.

Find an after-school activity,

something positive you can focus on.

Remember, it works if you work it.

Okay.

Shit, not me.

I was just starting to enjoy vacation.

It's called suspension, Moe.

Not if you do it right.

Let's go.

Wait, the three of us walking in together?

It's kinda like our coming-out party.

Everybody ready?

In terms of coming out, this should be fine for me.

Only one way to find out.

- Yeah. - Hey.

I hope there are no hard feelings on the Korea thing.

Wasn't your fault,

but okay.

I mean, technically, my GPA was higher to begin with,

so, in a way, I guess it works out that they gave me your spot.

Chase, as hard as this'll be to understand

and as brutal as it'll be to hear,

you were still their second choice.

Seventy-two percent?

Yeah. Yeah, it's been tough.

You know, I've just been going through a lot of personal issues.

And per my psychiatrist,

I have special permission

to retake any exams from the past three weeks.

Uh, my father cleared that with administration.

Just so I'm following,

you put your own car in a lake,

and now I'm supposed to give you special treatment in my class?

Well, the doctor feels that I've been under emotional duress

and doesn't want it to negatively impact my school performance.

Fine. We'll find a time for you to do makeup, then. Is that all?

No, yeah, that... that... that's it.

Thank you so much for understanding, Miss Shaw.

I really appreciate it.

Have a good day.

Hi. Yes,

I too am an emotionally troubled teen.

Will you also be giving me a do-over?

Perhaps a...

a take-backsie?

That might be funny if I wasn't so puzzled with your work lately.

It's usually nothing but effortless As from you,

and now this?

What happened?

- I was suspended. - Which means you had all day to study.

But I also had to binge, like, eight episodes of Shark Tank.

Is this maybe about you losing out on Korea?

Maybe.

Or maybe it was just one dumb assignment

I didn't feel like doing.

Feels like a real Occam's razor situation.

Look, I can't change your grade,

but I can offer you a chance to earn some extra credit.

Sounds... not fun.

Well, if you'd be willing to rethink joining the robotics team...

I'm not trying to spend my time

WeWorking it with Chase Rao and a bunch of wannabe code bros.

Look, district competition's coming up, and I need a person to field a full team.

You're one of the best brains I've got,

so if you're willing to do me this personal favor...

I can get you that extra credit.

Chase Rao sucks.

And for that reason, I'm out.

Good luck with the robots, though.

Tabitha Foster, post-popular.

And at our lunch table, no less.

Gentrification is real.

Marquise.

Nice to finally meet one of the only other Black kids at Lakeshore.

Hi.

I... I'm sorry. Should I go or...

Never leave. We are here for all of this.

So, apparently, I'm, like, the school pariah now.

"Pariah"?

More like Mariah.

You're the mysterious new girl

who ran away with the indie rock chanteuse.

You're iconic.

Okay, nice.

Do you ever just look out at our school and think, "God, this is so dumb.

Who's this even for, and what am I doing here?"

No.

Hey, Noah.

Hey, c'mon, bro. Take a seat.

Bring your lady friend.

- Come on, it's a safe space. - Nah.

No, we're good.

Speaking of which,

my dad's, like, forcing me to join an after-school activity now.

Well, the robotics kids are looking for someone

if you're into drool.

Pass.

Did you know that our school has a compost club?

Which, as far as I can tell,

is just kids digging through the cafeteria trash after lunch.

Um, Tabitha, I... I have to ask,

Brady Finch sinking his own Beemer...?

Care to comment?

Um...

We broke up.

I don't know what Brady does or why.

Um, I think that I might be able to shed some light on that.

So, I was just in class with Brady,

and he was telling Miss Shaw that he's under, like, emotional turmoil

and needs to "retake" all of his tests.

- Savage. - Wait,

- he's using the car to get better grades? - Yeah, and succeeding.

Fucking Stanford.

Mystery solved, I guess.

I mean, I know Brady seems like the type to, like, try to play the sympathy card,

but I can't believe he's actually getting away with it, like...

- Hm. - Yeah, like some kind of victim.

- I know. - It's complete bullshit.

He's not the victim. You are the victim here.

Noah.

- Well, cool... cool. - I'm sorry.

Tab!

Tabitha, wait!

I'm sorry.

Moe, what the hell? You swore you wouldn't tell anyone.

I only told Noah because I had to explain why I hate Brady.

He... He swore he wouldn't say anything.

Like it's not already hard enough having to see Brady every single day.

Why are you so afraid to tell the truth about what he did to you?

Brady is the dick. Everyone will get that.

But that's not the point.

If everybody finds out, then I'm just gonna be another victim.

And, look, I'm sorry, but that's not the look that I want

- for the rest of high school. - Look, I get that,

but no one will think you're a victim.

Noah just said that!

Moe, this secret isn't yours to tell.

I'm the one who gets to decide how I wanna live with this. Not you.

Yeah, but I don't get it.

Dude, what are you doing?

- Sorry? - No, don't play dumb.

Okay. You might fool everyone else with this "poor me" bullshit,

but I know better.

Why did you say you sunk the car?

What are you doing?

What, me? No, I'm just trying to do what's best for Tabitha.

You might not get it, but... I'm actually a nice guy.

I've seen enough bruises to know that's not true.

Look,

I know you think you're Tabitha's... bestie,

but I spent the whole summer listening to her

tell me what a bitch you are.

You're just a piece of trash from her past,

making her feel nostalgic.

But let's face it,

you're a fuckup.

And once she realizes that, she'll be comin' right back to me.

Okay? Because we actually belong together.

So, if I were you...

I'd remember that.

What? Are you gonna go hit me again? Yeah, go for it.

Come on, get expelled. Ruin your life.

That's what I thought.

Oh, hey.

See you in calc tomorrow.

Now that we're going to edit

our "day in the life" series,

feel free to take your action-shot essays home

and to do with them what you can.

He's so hot.

You starting to have some regrets?

Not about him.

So, you're, like, "over" over?

Yeah, like, "over, over" over.

Good to know.

So, uh, how was school?

It was pretty good. Quinn brought in his frog.

Oh! Well, that's great, bud.

El, how 'bout you?

Ribbit.

So, uh, were you able to figure out an after-school activity?

- I'm trying. Just everything sucks. - Well...

it doesn't have to be a punishment.

Except it is, literally, a punishment.

Maybe just try and make it fun.

I took a step aerobics elective when I was in school.

See, there you go. And I did rollerblading.

It... It can be pretty cool if there are clubs like that.

I think there might be...

...in 1994.

Hey, I'm sorry, but, uh...

you did this and you need to accept the consequences.

No one is asking you to make a lifelong career choice here.

Just pick something

you can do after school that isn't stealing

or... running away from home.

You're really good at music.

Why don't you do band?

What is this?

Recipe development. Remember those munchies I made?

I'm sorry to say I do not.

- I had a lot to drink. - Well, I figured it out.

You know those Girl Scouts

who set up in front of weed stores and made bank?

I'm thinkin' food truck. Late-night eats, but,

like, elevated.

Park outside of bars and dispensaries, where everyone is hella hungry.

Stack paper.

What?

I'mma be so rich.

Where do I invest?

- It's pretty good. - Told ya.

Those are gooey popcorn balls with toasted fennel.

Where's your BFF, Tabitha?

I dunno. Home.

- Why? - Just... meant to say that's wild

- y'all are homies again. - Yeah.

- Surprised me too. - That's cool, though.

Yeah, it's been good.

Though it is... weird, like,

hanging out with the goddess of Lake Oswego,

and I'm still, like...

you know...

me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, you know.

Like, a Truax.

You know what I mean. You get it.

Nah, speak for yourself.

I'm as good as any of those fools.

Yeah, it just kinda feels like...

we're destined to be fuckups.

Like our family crest

should be a trash can.

Nah, man.

Truaxes are survivors.

You knock me down, I'm right back in your face.

We hustle.

Wait till I finally get the Cannabus rolling.

That's what I'm calling the truck.

Like, I keep coming to these...

...meetings.

I keep...

standing up here and talking.

But what... what does it change?

What do I have to do to change?

Mm-hmm.

What if I never get better?

What if...

What if I opened a bad door,

and I... I can never close it?

You're a good one.

Thanks.

As far as having a mental breakdown in front of a room full of strangers goes,

that felt... good.

Hey, um...

I just want you to know I'm... I'm really sorry about earlier.

I... shouldn't have said shit to Noah.

So that's on me,

and I'm a mess, I... I get it,

and you don't need that in your life right now, so--

I'm sorry I flipped out on you like that.

It's just...

Brady, you know?

Uh, well, what I should've said,

as far as Brady goes is: "Fuck that guy."

You don't need to explain anything to anyone.

Just...

do what feels right for you.

Such beautiful energy.

So honest.

If you ever need a sponsor or even just someone to talk to,

gimme a call.

Thanks.

Yeah, I might do that... sometime.

Have you heard from Luca?

He missed his coffee commitment,

- which is pretty unusual for him. - Um...

probably just at work,

- you know? - Right.

Yo, I still think he's pissed about us showing up wasted to Paper Tiger.

I mean, he's not texting me back.

And I'm just checking my phone every five minutes.

Let me see.

He responded to a flirty joke with "ha"?

And a period?

Okay, no, that is like emotional terrorism.

For real?

Dude, Tabitha was really pissed at me.

I know. I'm sorry, okay?

I'm just not as good as you at keeping secrets.

Uh, it's easy. Just don't be an idiot with a huge mouth.

I'm just litera-- I'm sick of Brady.

It's fucked up he did what he did. No one is saying anything.

So, it's for her to decide what she wants to say,

if and when she wants to say it.

You still wanna hang out after school?

I think I'm gonna do this extra-credit thing

for Miss Shaw's class.

Don't you already have, like, all the credit already?

Kinda blew a big assignment when I was suspended.

So, I brought you your homework for nothing?

Sorta.

Yeah, I know.

But, you know, like...

I think I've let this Brady shit mess me up enough.

rather hang out with you after school.

- Oh, really? - Mm-hmm.

And me and my big ol' mouth?

Yeah. It's... all in how you use it.

Yeah?

- Did I use it right? - Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Cool ukulele. Very adorkable.

It's for band. I'm apparently joining band now.

Luca is straight-up MIA.

He hasn't responded to, like, nine texts in a row.

I mean, he's a nice guy, but he's still a guy.

You know, I think I'm gonna ditch and see what's up.

You wanna come with?

I have band tryouts.

I would, but I gotta see a woman about a robot.

So, I guess the role of me will be played by you,

and we are just dorks now.

I mean, technically, I've always been a dork.

Yo. Uh, does that offer for extra credit still stand?

Oh, have we finished Shark Tank?

Oh, uh...

Chase can get you up to speed.

What up, Robot Squad?

We buildin' R2-D2 or what?

He's actually a droid, not a robot.

Oh, R2-D2's a he now?

Of course a dude would assume that.

Uh, technically, R2 is played by Kenny Baker,

who is a man. So...

...sorry.

Hey! Is Luca around?

Actually, I heard he quit.

Wait. Why?

Leave all this behind? Who could know?

Try his apartment.

Hey, uh...

I think ukulele goes in the string section,

over there.

Oh...

...right.

Sorry.

Oh, shit!

So sorry.

No need to apologize to her.

She's been through much worse.

Uh...

Hey, I'm Jillian. I play clarinet.

Hi, uh...

ukel... El-Elodie.

This is Elodie. She's, uh... She's awesome.

Yeah, I'm, um--

The girl who ran off on some kind of rock tour, I heard.

Uh, welcome to the band.

Well, different... different kind of band, but...

- Thanks. - Yeah.

All right, I see you.

Walking in here like Mick Jagger with a ukulele.

Go back to your own section.

What?

I play piano.

Piano's technically a string. This is my section.

You sure you don't wanna play clarinet?

Whoa.

You've reached a number that is no longer in service.