All Cheerleaders Die Page #3

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Hey, Tracy.

Do you know where Terry is?

He wasn't at the rally

and he's not answering me.

Probably eating dick

somewhere.

Wait, what?

What's going on?

I'm gonna go get a drink.

That's what's going on. Want one?

Yeah.

So, uh, do you know what's up?

Well, that's between

Terry and Tracy.

You sure?

What do you mean?

Oh, I don't know.

Nothing.

But, I'm glad you're hanging

out with us, tonight. It's cool.

What are those?

- You'll just make fun of me.

- No, I wouldn't.

These stones put out special

energy, all I'm doing is focusing it.

On what?

- Protecting someone.

- Who?

- Oh. - Look, Hanna. I'm

kinda doing my own thing here.

Okay, sorry.

Hanna?

Come on, I'll show you.

Okay.

This is you.

This is somebody close to you.

This is somebody

close to them.

Does this sound right to you?

What do I do now?

Uh...

Clear your mind

and focus on what you want.

Anything I want?

As long as you're prepared

to deal with the consequences.

Consequences like what?

Okay. Say um, the mother

of a soldier makes a wish

that she wants her son

back from the war.

And she gets her wish.

But, her son comes back

in a body bag.

Consequences.

Exactly, so...

- You think I should text Terry?

- No.

It's not like him to bail on a

rally, he lives for this sh*t.

- Cassie Decker.

- F***er.

Gee.

Oh, my God!

- Come here.

- What?

Just, come here.

- What?

- Why are you so nice to me?

Uh...

It's kinda new to me.

Is it okay?

- What's wrong?

- F*** off.

Leena!

Manny! Come here! I need

to talk to you for a second.

Yeah.

Threesome, bro.

...she's really, really

pissed of...

What's up, brother?

- What's left to drink.

- Uh, we've still got a few beers left.

- Do I look like I want a beer?

- No, man.

Oh, there he is, yo. I haven't

seen you in forever, dog. Oh, yo.

Give the man

a swig, yo.

Hey, you want some smoke?

- Oh, okay.

- No, no, no. Not you, man.

Give me a smoke.

No, you can't

have any, dude.

Goddamn, Manny.

Give me a f***ing hit.

You good, man?

You want to waste your senior

year chasing a Jesus freak

who's never gonna put out?

That's fine with me, cuz.

What?

But, if that's how it's

going to be, Manchester,

your ass is going to be

warming the bench all season.

Mmm. My dogs!

I've been thinking. If we're

gonna go all the way, this year.

We gotta shake things up. So,

I'm instituting a new team rule.

No fraternizing

with cheerleaders.

Effective immediately.

It's good enough for the NFL. It's

good enough for Blackfoot f***ing high.

Come on, fellas.

Sack up.

You're gonna realize,

I'm doing you a favor.

There's a whole world

of p*ssy out there.

Drama chicks.

- Stoners.

- Mmm.

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