A Cinderella Story Page #2

we got you that you totaled.

Okay. All right.

- Carter, what are you wearing?

- What...?

This is my Snoop Dizzle look.

I cannot drive you to school like that.

Sam, I am a Method actor, okay?

This is part of my training.

I know, I know, I know. But look at this.

All right. Take two.

Buenos dias, Fighting Frogs.

Here's your daily drought reminder

to conserve agua.

Cut your showers short.

Brownie points go out to Mr. Rothman,

who hasn't had one in weeks.

Remember, today's your last chance

to get tickets...

...to the big Halloween homecoming

dance.

You too can dress up like someone

you're not, for a change.

- I mean, I...

- I pledge allegiance to the flag...

...of the United States of America,

and to the republic...

...for which it stands, one nation...

Primo parking spot dead ahead.

- Okay, there's a spot. There's a spot.

- Sam, watch out. Watch out.

Okay. You snooze, you lose!

Well, if it isn't Shelby Cummings

and her ladies in waiting.

- Shelby wants me so bad.

- You've never even talked to her before.

Oh, I've talked to her. Okay?

In my mind. And let me tell you,

in my mind, she wants me so bad.

Carter, you could do so much better than

Shelby Cummings. Even in your mind.

- There's another spot.

- Got it.

Come on.

Austin.

People like Shelby and Austin...

...are genetically programmed

to find each other.

How can so much ego be

in one relationship?

- Imagine what they say about you.

- They don't even know I exist.

Stalkerazzi at 3 o'clock.

The white zone is for cool people only.

No geeks.

Hey, diner girl, can I get a

breakfast burrito to go? Thank you.

And you thought they didn't

know you exist.

- That car's as old as that hat.

- Right.

Move. Move. Move.

- Move. Move.

- Hi.

Shelby. Hey, sister-friend.

Remind me why we tolerate them.

They gave you a Prada bag

for your birthday.

Try "Frada" bag. Totally fake.

Greetings. Samantha, you look absolutely

stunning today, as per usual.

Thank you, Terry.

If you'll excuse me, I must get back

to my galaxy now.

Zion, Lieutenant Terry here. Hello?

Can you hear me? Captain?

You're going in and out.

- Poor guy.

- At least he's happy.

- Happy? Guy lives in another world.

- I copy.

Sometimes fantasy is better

than reality, Carter.

- Speaking of fantasy.

- I'll see you later.

Yes, the secret admirer beckons.

Where have you been?

We haven't talked in ages.

We talked this morning.

I can't stop thinking about you.

What's on your mind right now?

You first.

Well, I'm thinking that Professor Rothman's

dissected one too many frogs.

Ribet, ribet.

Laugh out loud.

I wanna hear your laugh.

When can we finally meet?

Soon.

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