Better Luck Tomorrow Page #3

Okay. Awesome.

Thanks, buddy.

Hey, Takeshi, can you, uh,

give me a few close-ups

and a couple wides?

Yeah, you got it.

Hi.

Is Stephanie home?

Hi.

Hey.

Stephanie, I just want

to apologize for...

Ben, I'm in

three honor classes,

and I have a 3.8 GPA.

I know and I'm sorry.

I couldn't find the traits

to phylum chordata in the book.

Um, it's not in the book.

It was in his lecture.

See? It was

last Tuesday's lecture.

...cells. This one is

more of a non-sexual

cell division.

Right. Okay.

And that's when mitosis happens...

That was one, anaphase?

Anaphase.

And then metaphase,

interphase and prophase.

You got it.

Yes. Okay.

I think you're right.

Let me just make sure.

When I'm right, I'm right.

You're right.

Hello?

Hey, Steve-o.

Oh, Ben and I are working

on our bio homework.

Yes, I'm sure.

Can you hold on a minute?

I'll be right back.

Yeah. What?

Do you want something to drink?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

It's getting pretty late.

But we haven't gone

through meiosis yet.

Well, I could stay.

Thanks.

Uh, okay. Meiosis.

Hey, Ben.

Be there for you, man,

every game.

We want Ben! We want Ben!

We want Ben!

Daric ended up writing

an article about me.

He even won some kind

of journalism award for it.

It was some bullshit article

about affirmative action

in school sports

to rile everyone up.

We want Ben! We want Ben!

But I had to give it to him...

The article worked.

If anyone at school didn't know

what affirmative action was,

they did now.

Aw sh... Ben, Ben, get in.

Go on. Get the f*** in there.

Yeah!

Math or verbal?

What the f*** do you want?

So how does it feel

to be famous?

Come on.

Why'd you quit the team?

I was doing my job.

You call that piece-of-sh*t

article journalism?

You didn't even interview

my coach for his views.

I did.

He, uh, didn't say

what I wanted him to,

so I didn't put it in the story.

F***ing prick.

It's just an article.

If you really liked

what you were doing,

you should have

just kept on playing.

And have everybody think

I'm on the team

because I'm some token player?

Who cares

what other people think?

Oh, yeah?

Well, people also think

that you gave Mr. Reid head

to be the editor

of the school paper.

Well, I still am the editor.

God. F*** off.

You know this is all bullshit, right?

It's just a game.

People like you and me,

we don't have to play

by the rules.

We can make our own.

Do this by tomorrow,

you get a fifty.

What?

Hey, I don't just ask anyone

to do this.

Cheat sheets?

It's easy money.

Ben,

it's easier than f***.

It's better than

this sorry-ass job.

See you tomorrow.

Hey, Ben.

Hey.

Uh, I'm getting my Diet Coke.

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