10 Things I Hate About You Page #3

MICHAEL:

And these delusionals are the White

Rastae.

Several white boys in dreadlocks and Jamaican knit berets

lounge on the grass. A cloud of pot smoke hovers above them

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

Big Marley fans. Think they're black.

Semi-political, but mostly, they watch a

lot of Wild Kingdom, if you know what I

mean.

Michael waves to DEREK, the one with the longest dreads.

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

Derek - save some for after lunch, bub?

DEREK:

(very stoned)

Michael, my brother, peace

Cameron turns to follow Michael as they walk into the

cafeteria.

CAMERON:

So where do you fit in all this?

INT. CAFETERIA - DAY - CONTINUOUS

Loud music and loud students. Michael sits with a group of

studious-looking teens.

MICHAEL:

Future MBAs- We're all Ivy League,

already accepted. Someday I'll be

sipping Merlot while those guys --

He points to the table of jocks, as they torture various

passers-by.

MICHAEL:

(continuing)

are fixing my Saab. Yuppie greed is

back, my friend.

He points proudly to the ALLIGATOR on his shirt.

Cameron stops listening as BIANCA walks by, and we go SLO

MO. Pure and perfect, she passes Cameron and Michael

without a look.

Cameron is smitten

CAMERON:

That girl -- I --

MICHAEL:

You burn, you pine, you perish?

CAMERON:

Who is she?

MICHAEL:

Bianca Stratford. Sophomore. Don't

even think about it

CAMERON:

Why not?

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