Poison Ivy: The Secret Society

Alexis. Alexis. Alexis.

Will...

Will, no.

No, maybe we shouldn't do this.

But, I mean, you're going tomorrow.

I thought that you'd want to.

I do...

...but it's only gonna make things

harder for me.

You...

I love you, you know.

I know.

I just...

I wish that was enough.

It's not?

It used to be.

Too many painful memories here.

Look, you gotta move on

into the future, okay?

That's what I'm trying to do.

That's why I have to go.

No, I was talking about our future.

You make it sound so final.

You see all this?

I put the money down last week.

It's mine or ours.

I can't believe you did this.

I just thought that

maybe you'd change your mind.

It's been a year

since I lost my parents, Will.

You don't know what that's like.

I have to go.

Oh, a taxi. How quaint.

I love transfer students.

Now, here's one arriving in style.

"Christa Caldwell, 3.8 GPA,

transfer from Rambling College.

Captain of the volleyball team."

Tell me what I wanna hear.

She comes from three generations

of Texas oil.

That we like.

Get her dorm number.

Oh, my God.

- Here comes Miss Taxi.

Wow. Okay, I gotta get this one.

All right, here we go.

"Danielle Brooks, 4.0 GPA.

And she's a government major."

Aw, she sold her late parents' land

to pay for school...

...and yet she's still

on a work-study program.

Must have been some house.

Guys, her nickname is Daisy.

Aw...

- Next.

- Yeah.

- Need a hand?

- No, no, it's all right. Heh.

You know, there's, uh, a lot to say

for a new piece of luggage.

- Yeah, well, I've had this piece forever.

- Yeah, it looks it.

It's not that. I mean,

we've been through a lot together.

This is the luggage we're talking about?

It's a long story. Heh.

Well, I can see you two

have a lot of history.

How is that?

It's all broken up about you going

to a new school.

I am so embarrassed.

- Well, let me help.

- No, really.

No, no, no, please,

I live for these small moments of altruism.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

So are you here with anyone?

No, I'm alone.

I'm looking for the girls' dorm.

Alone and looking for the girls' dorm:

story of my life. Heh.

I'll tell you what, why don't I save you

the agony of trying to read this map...

...and give you and your 1972 luggage

door-to-door service?

I'm Daisy, by the way.

Blake.

It's, uh, that way.

Everything look good to you so far?

- Yeah.

All right. Well, the, uh, library

is down there.

Student Union building is over there.

You're through here.

Oh, my God. What happened?

Uh, Alexis Baldwin.

She was a student here.

Last semester she fell to her death.

That's horrible.

Yeah.

After you.

Okay.

Wow, I feel so underdressed.

You kidding? You look fantastic.

Heh. You're just full of compliments,

aren't you?

- They bug you?

- No.

- Because I can change tactics.

- Heh.

This is it.

Great.

Thanks for your help.

No problem.

See you around, Daisy.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hi, I'm Daisy. I'm your new roommate.

- Daisy?

- Well, Danielle, originally, but...

Not a local, I take it?

No, a little town on the outskirts

of Iowa.

You're not bringing a bunch of chickens

in with you, are you?

Um, you must be Margaret Hart.

Magenta.

Magenta, are you a film major?

- Minor. Poli-sci major.

- Me too.

Uh, careful with that, Daisy May.

That's a camera, not a tractor.

Oh, no!

- What?

- Wilbur.

- Who's Wilbur?

- He's my pet tarantula.

He was here just a minute ago.

A freaking tarantula?

That's disgusting. Where is it?

Wait, I left him at home

with the chickens.

I just plum forgot about that.

Heh. That's real cute.

It's nice to meet you, Daisy.

Nice to meet you, Magenta.

That's the professor?

He's not like my teachers back home.

You mean cute?

Ogling the teachers?

Advanced Political Theory.

Mighty impressive for a freshman.

Listen...

...thanks for the luggage, but I can't...

- Accept them?

- Candy from a stranger, that kind of thing?

- Yeah. Thank you, though.

Well, tell you what, why don't you

just hang on to them for a few days...

...and then when we're no longer strangers,

keep them.

Morning, class,

and welcome to Advanced Political Theory.

My name is Professor Andrew Graves...

...and, uh, before we begin

this semester...

...I wanna say a word

about the upcoming PEIP exam.

That's Political and Economic Internship

Program.

Eight weeks, paid,

working in Washington, D. C...

...shadowing administration officials,

senators, congressmen.

Let's face it, this is the Holy Grail

of political science.

This is a terrific opportunity.

I encourage each and every one of you

to take advantage of it.

So for those who are interested,

raise your hands.

I'll give you a copy of the study guide.

Little eager, Miss Daisy?

Mr. Graves.

I didn't know you were

enrolled in my class.

Actually, Professor Graves, I'm not.

Just here to make sure everyone

gets their syllabi.

- Well, thank you.

- You're very welcome.

So...

...you doing anything Friday night?

- No.

Excellent.

You're good, you know that?

No is the correct answer.

So dinner will be at 8:00.

Now, can anyone explain?

That was shameful.

I thought it was kind of cute.

Ah, I guess it runs in the family.

Anyone?

I'll see you later.

- Okay.

Uh, Miss Brooks?

I just wanted to, uh, welcome you.

I mean, you know that you're the first

underclassman that's been allowed in here?

Thank you. It's nice to know

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