All You Got Page #4

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open at Piedmont.

Uh, look around.

There's three of us.

This sucks!

We're gonna wind up going

to different schools

and playing on separate teams.

Yeah, but it doesn't

have to be like that.

We can all go

to Cathedral High.

(laughs)

You must be smoking something

if you think

I'm gonna step foot

into that school.

I have standards.

Says the girl who made out

with her yoga instructor

and shoplifts at Versace.

Oh...

I never did...

one of those things.

(laughs)

Well, you know what? The three

of us could rule that school.

It would be ours.

And it's the only place

that accepts all of us together.

Well, do they have AP courses?

They got

a national championship.

Oh, true.

Yeah. And that's what we need.

All right, so, I guess bottom

line is the only way that we can

all stay together

is if we go to Cathedral High.

No.

Absolutely not.

Wait a minute.

Captain of a national

championship team

will get her a spot

at SC, no problem.

Think about that.

Okay, thought about it.

She's going to Piedmont.

Scholarship at SC's

worth $200,000 bucks.

Which is way more

than she'd ever make

in her entire career

playing professional volleyball.

Mom, I don't care about that.

All I want is to play

on a championship team

with my friends.

Lauren, I know how hard it is

to have your senior year

turned upside down,

but you've got to think

about your future.

Lauren.

Come on, you got

another one in you?

Let's do this.

Oh, Latin boys.

KAITLAN:

I hear they're super romantic.

Oh, he's kind of hot.

Oh.

But so not your type.

Yeah, right.

Welcome to our house, ladies.

It's nice.

A little crowded,

but, you know.

GABBY:

Really?

It wasn't crowded

until you guys got here.

Look, Gabby, we can

do this the easy way,

or we can do this the hard way.

Look, Lauren.

We're gonna do this our way.

See, mama,

this is Phantom territory.

Y'all are just paying rent.

Ew.

KAITLAN:

What a hooker.

Oh, my God, she's giving tongue

before first period.

Ew.

Like you wouldn't go there.

You wouldn't, would you?

I wouldn't.

Ah.

(whispering):

Move it, move it, guys.

Come on.

Yo, come on.

Come on, come

on, come on.

Got to get right

in there.

All right.

Hurry up, yo.

Please tell me you

got to pee, please.

You know, I'm probably

gonna have to spend

an extra two years in...

Shh!

Come on, come on.

Yo, we ain't got all day.

Here.

Oh, that's disgusting.

That is so gross.

Trust me,

it'll be worth it.

Ready?

(liquid pouring)

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, let's go,

let's go. We out.

(giggling)

As you all know, season opener

starts in two weeks.

GIRL:

Who invited the Barbies?

Ladies, you're late.

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