Bloody Homecoming Page #3

If she didn't come

the day before homecoming,

I don't think

she's gonna come on homecoming.

Yeah.

You're right.

How about we just stop by

and check on her?

- You don't mind?

- No.

As long as I can get something

to eat first.

Sure.

And, thanks.

I'll feel better if she is okay.

Great.

Let's do it.

Whoo.

You can't smoke in here.

Why not?

I need a fix.

I sure as hell didn't get one

from two-seconds twiggy

down there.

What do you expect?

It's been almost a week.

It's two-seconds tower,

not twiggy.

Whoa.

Was that janitor Fred's?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Check it out.

"I'm Fred the fireman. "

Let's do it again.

Damn kids.

Condoms off!

Clothes on!

Get the hell out here!

- Sorry, Fred.

- Sorry, old buddy.

And, hey, if anyone asks,

you never saw us here, right?

Can anyone say "serial killer"?

Mom. Hey.

Reminder to take your pills.

- Yeah, I will.

- And feed the cat.

- Yeah, I'll feed the cat.

- Lock the door.

Mm-hmm.

- Love you.

- Yeah. You, too.

- Okay. Bye.

Bye.

Damn it, moco.

Stupid cat.

Maybe she's just not home.

She's totally home.

Where the hell else

would she be?

She's just not answering.

Annie!

I know you're home.

It's Loren. Come on.

Let me in.

Come on.

Maybe she's just asleep.

Let's just go.

If she's not back tomorrow,

we'll come back here, okay?

Fine.

- Loren! Steve! Help!

- So, what now?

Scary movies at my place.

Help!

No!

Keep going.

Keep going. Keep going.

Go! Go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Come on! Come on!

Keep going!

Up! Up!

Okay, girl.

Fix it.

- Oh, got it!

- Good job, Loren.

Pass it.

Oh. Ow.

B*tch, you did that on purpose!

Language, Nora!

Ow!

Nora, uncalled for.

And, Cheryl, watch it.

Sorry, coach.

She's kind of hard to miss.

I'm sorry.

What was that?

Whoa!

Deejay, wrong gym.

Dance is in the old gym.

Go all the way down that hall.

Hang a left.

Go all the way down.

All right, ladies.

That's enough.

We're finished for today.

Everyone hit the showers.

Are you all right?

Fine.

I swear, one of these days,

I'm gonna beat Cheryl's ass.

I want a front-row seat.

God wasn't being fair

when he made me, was he?

No way.

Me either, right?

You're all right, Darcy.

Maybe a little chubs these days.

Of course, you're not half

as chubs as...

stuff a pom-pom in it, Cheryl.

So sweet cass finally returns

to her repulsive roots

back in booville.

Darcy, we're out.

Move.

Sorry about her.

What a b*tch.

No need.

It's not your drama.

But, thanks.

I tried telling Robby

you weren't

a prancing spirit slut at heart.

If anybody should be

apologizing, it should be me.

I'm sorry you had

to tiptoe around that monster

for the past three years.

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