#REALITYHIGH

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Yes, everything is ready.

- Oh, my God!

- What happened, Alexa?

Cameron Drake wants to meet you

in the boys' cabin at midnight...

to make out!

With me?

Yeah!

- Wanna make out?

- Um, okay.

Pig kisser!

Pig breath.

Get closer!

Mm.

Hey, guys. I'm Alexa Medina,

and this is Hashtag Reality High.

High school was mad stressful,

so Katsuya and I decided to...

- Tell your sister to turn that off.

- Mom says turn that crap off.

- I can't believe you watch that show.

- The show is not crap.

- You're saying that because it's Alexa.

- The show is crap because it's Alexa.

Would you just get over it?

So...

are you ready

for your scholarship interview?

The one that determines

if I get into my dream school?

I take that as a yes.

Yes. But I'm super nervous.

Fiona is a UC Davis grad

and is writing you a recommendation.

- That should help, right?

- I hope so.

Ooh, you should wear

my chocolate-brown pantsuit

to your interview.

Holy Hillary Clinton,

she's not wearing that.

- Do not hate on that outfit.

- Whatever, I gotta go get Freddie.

Always a treat. See you guys later.

Ah!

- Bye, Grams!

- Good luck, honey!

Be nice to the neighbors, okay?

Oh.

Oh.

Mm.

- Thank you.

- Oh, you are welcome.

What are you doing?

- It's my turn to choose!

- I can't take more Taylor Swift, D.

Mm, ah.

- Admit it! I have better taste than you.

- No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

- No, you don't.

- You wanna prove it?

- No, you don't!

Nice job, Cam!

- Whoo!

- All right, Cam, great work!

Let's go!

The bleachers are the best place

to work out.

Thanksgiving came early this year.

Oh!

Oh, my God.

It's just me and my car.

I have way more money

than the average person. What's up?

Yo, I...

You're getting in the way of my shot.

Please, will you tag me?

Get over it.

Broussard, get out of my car, man!

Sh*t!

Whoo!

Come on! Okay.

Are you thinking about

going to the Bonfire?

Oh, no,

I don't like going to those things.

- They're dumb.

- You and I could go. So let's do it.

Are you ready for your interview?

I better be. They only give out

five scholarships.

- Those are shitty odds.

- Yes, I'm well aware of that, thank you.

- I heard he kicks puppies.

- Shut up.

- "Shut up, Freddie."

- Let's go, kids. Make it a great day!

Okay, well, I'll see you later.

A-ha, genius.

- It plays?

- Mm-hmm.

You sure?

F*** my life.

Nice poster.

Thanks.

- Let me turn this up, there!

- Yo!

- Hey.

- Yo!

Awesome.

Attention! Attention!

Reminding everyone about

the upcoming pep rally!

Go Cougars!

Come cheer on our

returning state swim champs,

led by captain and Olympic hopeful,

- Cameron "The Dolphin" Drake!

- Dolphin, baby!

Look at those muscles! Ow!

Also, you guys.

One more time...

Hola?

- Yes, Alexa?

- Can you move?

You're in my shot.

Oh!

Sorry, yeah, sure.

We'll edit her out in post.

Excuse me, Miss Medina,

but no dogs allowed on school property.

Katsuya is my service dog.

I have severe anxiety.

The Americans with Disabilities Act states

I'm allowed

to have an emotional support dog.

Do you have a problem with dogs

Or disabled people or both?

My nine million followers would love

to know.

Of course not, that's ridiculous.

I love dogs and disabled people.

- That explains your wife!

- Strike two, Broussard!

I'll talk to you later.

See you in detention.

- What up, b*tches?

- Hey.

- Oh, my gosh.

- Aww.

Hey, babe.

- I can't believe pig face wouldn't move.

- Give her a break.

Whatever. I have a shoot today,

and Katsuya is stressing me out.

You said she was an emotional support dog.

Uh, shut up, Shannon.

Hi, puppy.

You know what? I'll take him.

It's just you and me today, Fluffy Combs.

- I hate it when you call him that.

- Yeah, well, Fluff Daddy loves it.

All right, I'll see you guys tonight.

- Cute outfits.

- Bye.

Whatever. Um... Oh!

Later, babes.

- Dude!

- She just kissed the dog and not you.

Whatever.

Great work.

You should cheat off him next time.

There you go.

Excuse me, Ms. Savage.

Does this belong to you?

I found him wandering the halls

sniffing this magic marker.

This is an outrage,

and I deny all charges.

Have a seat, Mr. Broussard.

Come on, Broussard.

Take a seat.

Stop licking the board.

Thank you, Principal Dixon.

You're welcome.

And, Broussard, I'm watching you.

- Thank you.

- There you go.

Ugh! Whatever.

Deejays don't need history.

We've got style.

Uh, yes, but you do need to graduate.

Good work as always, Miss Barnes.

Oh, yes, haha.

Good grades are hilarious.

Dani, I don't think that is

what they're laughing at.

What?

- They're gloves for your feet?

- But they're ergonomic.

- Dani, they're feet gloves.

- They're feet gloves.

Hi, bud. Okay.

- Ah, man, what happened to Hodor?

- He tore his Achilles.

The surgery's gonna cost like five grand.

Oh, buddy.

I don't know how, Buddy,

but we're gonna figure it out. Okay?

- I gotta take him down.

- Oh, here.

I got him. Come here.

Oh, okay. Yeah.

Light as a feather. Oh, jeez.

- Get him.

- Okay, I'll find him.

I'll go find him. See ya.

- So weird.

- Dani?

Cameron!

Uh...

What are you...

What are you doing here?

The lady in the front told me

to come back here.

It's Katsuya.

He ate like half a chocolate bar.

Here, let me look at...

Put him on the table.

And hold him around the neck there.

You're okay.

There you go. That's good.

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