Dare Page #4

Don't get me in trouble.

I already have

enough sh*t to deal with.

Oh, yeah?

I'll give you

something to deal with.

Come here.

Josh!

You like that?

- Yeah.

- You like that?

Save it for Johnny's.

Oh, what's wrong, baby?

I have

the lamest scene for drama.

There was one cool scene,

and Alexa Walker got to do it

with Johnny Drake.

And I'm sorry that, like,

I don't want to play...

Donna's lesbian girlfriend

in front of the whole school.

I know, I mean, if you're

gonna do it with someone hot,

it'd be different, but...

Right?

At least Donna

knows she's a loser.

Alexa hides behind Courtney...

and thinks the rest of us don't

see that she's a f***ing freak.

Alexa, where were you

during class this morning?

I was counting on you

making my rehearsal schedule.

Alexa?

Hello, Alexa,

I'm asking where you were.

Could you not yell

in my f***ing face, please?

Um, is this detention?

You've got to be kidding me.

Quiet.

Have a seat, Alexa.

No talking.

Just work quietly.

Miss Davis

has you here till 5:00.

Damn.

Decided to be a bad girl,

huh?

What happened, you forget

to kiss her ass before you left?

Shh.

No talking, Johnny.

Nice sweater,

by the way.

Okay, so I think

I have everything.

Cool.

So what's up

with wanting to do this tonight?

I just feel like it.

The echo chamber enhance

the flow at the block party...

keeping M.C. heads spinnin'

like dark Bacardi

This B.A.C. is 2.3...

Now his liver's damaged,

but his lungs are joint free...

So inhale, exhale...

Breathe and get well...

Johnny! Yo!

Stop chirping like Nextel...

I'm all in together...

A swordsman's forever...

I paint the town red

with many heads are severed...

R.A.W.,

I still bring trouble to...

Throw your raps

in the sleephold...

Quick to snuggle you...

Dart at your breastplate...

Meet your death date...

Rook down at E4...

Look it's checkmate...

Jesus, what the hell

happened to you?

Whoa, girl.

Drawing blood

and displayed it graphically...

Direct order,

hit the border, then slaughter...

Horrific torture...

Mm, nice skirt.

And he literally thought

that we had had sex.

I swear to God.

Really?

Yeah, I love this song.

We have to dance.

You're all dressed up.

- Hands up.

- Okay.

Hips,

just start gyrating them.

Start gyrating my hips?

Okay, a little more.

Good.

You got it.

I like it.

Are you sure?

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

You wanna rehearse?

What?

Do you want

to rehearse?

Are you serious?

Well, I mean,

I just meant...

Why'd you decide

to play dress-up tonight?

Why are you doing this?

It's about time,

don't you think?

Do you actually like me or...

Holy sh*t.

Well, sh*t.

Don't worry about it.

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