Save the Last Dance Page #3

feel bad? I liked the 5th grade.

Miss Barnett had this ass,

it was so big...

This is my brother Derek.

- My bad, you've already met.

- Yes, we're acquainted.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You're not gonna introduce me? Did you

forget my name and your manners?

- You don't need to know him.

- You do need to know me.

Everybody needs to know me.

They call me Snook-G from the C.G.

And don't you forget it.

He's called Snookie

because Fool was taken.

They call me Snook

the coochie crook.

God, I don't feel like

going to school today.

Let's see that upper body.

Both legs, that's nice.

The upper body!

I can't, I know!

I don't have an upper body.

You need to work your upper body.

Go do some chin-ups.

Statia, you're next. Cathy, spot her.

Good, Chenille, point your toes.

All right, Sara. You're up.

I hate this class.

Look at my hands. I hate her.

She made me climb to the very...

- Well, not the very top.

- Obviously.

Damn!

Excuse me!

Wait, hold on, hold on.

Sara?

How do you get your leg

to twist like that?

Yeah, what's up with all that

double-jointed cheerleader sh*t?

Nothing's up with it.

I just used to dance. Ballet, mostly.

So you should hit Steps with us

tomorrow night.

It's a club, you know,

mostly hip hop.

It's sort of members only,

you know what I'm saying?

Oh... I don't know.

- You should go.

- Yeah, Snook spins sometimes.

- He might be able to get you in.

- Who?

Snook, she needs to get hooked up

with Steps. Give him a 20.

- For what?

- I.D.

She thought she was getting in

off your looks! No, no!

No. Your girl's weak.

I got my rep to watch. I can't be

getting any ass-shaking Bandstand in.

You talk a lot of sh*t for someone

who never says anything.

You gonna pay the man or what?

- I don't even know where it is.

- I'll give you my address.

We'll go together.

And I will have your I.D.

- Steps ain't no square dance.

- I'll dance in circles - around you.

- All right.

- Good show, man.

Don't you have something to do?

Money to spend?

Let's roll, girl.

Hey, girl. Come in.

- So you found the place okay?

- It was fine.

I'm just gonna get my coat

and then we'll be out.

Cool outfit.

Slammin'. Slammin' outfit.

Momma Dean? I'm leaving.

I look okay, right?

Yeah... Yeah, you look all right.

Momma Dean, Sara.

- Sara, Mom, aka Momma Dean.

- Hi, sweetheart.

And handsome here is Christopher.

Now don't get him

all riled up, Chenille.

I'm gonna get me some sleep tonight.

- Glad to have met you.

- Bye.

I'll be home at 1:00 at the latest.

Is that... Is he yours?

He sure ain't Momma Dean's.

- Here is your I.D.

- Thank you.

Chenille! She's ugly! She's fat!

She's 21. Come on, let's roll,

I ain't got all night.

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