Most Likely to Die Page #5

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I so wanted

to kiss you that day.

- I was in tears.

- Yeah, you were gorgeous.

Still are, more so.

So what stopped you?

I mean, you were

the class president.

You would have never gone

for a guy like me.

Yeah, that's probably true.

I'm not gonna lie.

But nothing like 10 years

to level the playing field.

Meet me in

the downstairs bedroom.

DJ:
Should we be letting her play?

She's a ringer.

Um, hell yes.

I want to take some lessons

from the pro.

Lesson one:
Pro mucks her hand.

Muck, muck, muck.

What is this anyway...

the "most likely" thing?

Bella started modeling

at 13 in Italy...

lots of tutors, no senior

superlatives for her.

Rough life.

I raise you 10.

Freddie:

Oh, I'm in on this one.

- You in?

- Please.

Can't you see I'm making

a move on your girl?

For us non-supermodels, our

friends, such as they are,

predict our destinies

after senior year.

Not everyone can be

Most Likely to Succeed,

so those of us near the

bottom of the food chain

get more colorful monikers.

"Most Likely

to Have the Last Laugh?"

Class prankster.

"Most Likely to Spike

the Punch"?

Class drunk.

Speaking of which,

when did you dry out?

I'll tell you right after

I win my first hand.

Why doesn't Brad have one?

Gaby erased his

after he skipped town.

He dropped out a month

before graduation

and ran off to New York to

become a big Broadway star.

I guess she was hoping

he wouldn't have a future.

I see.

Freddie:
Finally some

action from the pro.

Brad:

Raise you 10.

- Freddie:
I'm in.

- Gaby:
I call.

- I'm out.

- Check.

20. Looks like

it's just you and me.

Yep.

Raise you 50.

Freddie:

Oof.

All right, I'm in.

So how come you've never

won a world championship?

- Really?

- First of all, she can't bluff for sh*t.

- Shut up.

- Plus, she chokes on the big hands.

Jade:

No, you're both wrong.

She's too nice.

- She feels bad winning.

- Oh, my God, you guys are killing me.

Okay, I check, I check. I don't

even know what I have. I check.

- Raise you 50.

- All yours.

What? You had

a pair of kings.

That's right, I did.

And I laid them

face down on the table, so I kind

of didn't want folks to know.

So much for laying traps, pro.

I wasn't laying a trap.

I was losing.

DJ:

You had a set of kings.

Yeah, but he caught bullets.

Boom.

She's right.

That's amazing.

How did you know?

I mean, I can always

read Campbell.

He's the one who taught me

how to play.

Now, if y'all don't mind,

the pro's gonna

sit the next one out.

( Car lock chirps )

- Coward.

- I was just...

Yeah, sure. Come on, let's

go find Ray and Ashley.

I'm sure they're at the coast.

( Sighs )

( engine whirring )

Brad:
Ray! Ashley!

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