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three times!

Wow! Oye, guey,

that girl must have

cheerleading in her blood.

From what l've seen,

l think it skipped

a generation.

Looking for me?

Girl, l got to go.

ls this you and your mom?

Yeah.

Wow.

(SPEAKlNG SPANlSH)

She must have been

an amazing cheerleader.

Don't! l really don't like

people touching her stuff.

Sorry.

lt's fine.

lt's no problem. Here.

Okay. Come on.

You don't want to be late

for your first day of school.

Right, because being

the new kid is so much fun.

SKY:
Yeah. So the pool and

the stadium are over there.

And you can get vegan

or sushi for lunch.

And. . .

Oh.

That's the Tai Chi class,

which doesn't

count for PE credit.

Go figure.

Who are they?

Malibu Jaguars.

All Star squad.

They belong to the

cheerleading gym

across the street,

but unfortunately some of

them go to school here.

The Jaguars?

They won the Spirit

Championship last year.

SKY:
Avery's the captain.

Now, she's a hater.

A Sea Lion hater.

Why?

She used to be one of us

but we didn't vote

her captain, so she quit.

She took all of our best

cheerleaders with her.

Hey, you just can't

just walk up to them.

Watch me.

Avery?

The Jaguars were sick

last year at the

Spirit Championship.

l'm sorry,

no autographs today.

No, look, look, l'm not

a groupie. l'm Catalina.

My East LA squad

is like this close to

becoming All Stars, too.

Wow! And l'm like

this close to caring.

l bet you'll care when

we take that bracelet

away from you this year.

Cute.

But then you'd

have to beat us.

And that's just not happening.

Like her outfit.

Was l talking to you?

Excuse me.

No, no, no. No time

for cat fights, Kayla.

As a matter of fact, Cat,

why don't you go back

to East LA? Just go south,

and when you start to

smell poverty, you're home.

Excuse me, but, Lina,

she lives here now.

Wait. Your mother's

that Mexican maid who

married Sky's daddy.

She doesn't look Mexican.

For your information,

we're Cuban-American.

Fascinating.

And my mother was a waitress.

A maid with tips.

You know, y'all are lucky that

my girls are not here, because

if they were here, we. . .

You know what, save

the urban drama, Cat.

After all, you're

the lucky one.

l mean, you got to

meet real All Stars today.

They give Malibu-Americans

a bad name.

(STUDENTS CHATTERlNG)

(EXCLAlMlNG)

And guess what.

Game over. We won by two.

(LAUGHlNG)

Oh ! That's gross.

l'm sorry. And you are?

Lina. Who are you?

l'm surprised you

have to ask. l'm Evan.

Well, Evan, you

have a booger.

Uh. . .

(BELL RlNGS)

Hi.

So, we just figured

out your style.

So are these old clothes?

Are they supposed

to be vintage?

No, more like

homeless couture.

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