I Am Number Four Page #5

Heard you made quite an impression

in class yesterday.

Flashlight. It was a dumb prank.

But that class...

- Boring as hell? Yeah.

- Yeah.

Look, I know it's none of my business,

but you need to stay off the grid.

- What do you mean?

- It's all over the school.

Mark James and his man-tards

have it out for you.

Sarah may act like one of us...

...she's one of them.

He's into Sarah?

More than that.

Nobody can go near her.

They were like the town...

Whoa!

Loser!

No... OK, come on...

Oh, God.

- Sucks to be you, bro!

- Seriously.

Want a napkin? Get a cleanup crew!

I wonder who did that?

What a loser.

Leave me alone!

Ah, ah, ah...

Did you have a nice time

last night, John?

You see, in football,

a quarterback needs a few things.

Speed, strength...

Mostly, though, you need intuition.

A feeling when things

are going south.

First time we talked,

I should've listened to mine.

There you go, John.

Good boy.

Maybe you got some intuition

working for you, too.

That was awesome.

Raided lost and found.

- Nobody loses anything cool.

- You gotta be kidding me.

Dude, it was that or the Hannah

Montana sweatshirt. You got off easy.

So, uh...

...who's in the picture?

- My dad.

The real one.

Where was that taken?

Mexico. The Yucatn.

We used to go every year looking

for evidence of ancient astronauts.

Ancient astronauts?

Yeah. UFOs and sh*t.

Freak show stuff.

He called himself an anthropologist...

He was really just a foreman

at the steel mill.

He spent all his time preparing

for some kind of alien arrival.

I used to think he was a genius.

Had to, I guess.

Nobody wants to admit

their dad's a freak.

Sam...

Sam.

Oh!

Malcolm, what were you up to here?

Jimmy, Vince,

come on, slow down, boys!

- Hey, Sarah.

- Hey!

Mark James decided to fire

a warning shot about you.

When you first meet somebody,

do you dump all your stuff on them?

All your mistakes, your secrets?

Look, Mark and I, we changed.

I got into photography,

and he wanted me to be

his own personal cheerleader.

Said I was becoming a total snob.

And when we broke up,

that's what he told everybody.

That I was a total b*tch.

And everyone listened.

All my friends.

Uh... I'm sorry.

I'm not. I mean, I was...

...but, um, I don't know,

I kinda look at it like a total gift.

Got away from all of that.

So, uh, what's the hottest attraction

at this place?

You gotta be kidding me, right?

This...

Don't be scared.

Save yourself.

Last year, she was drawn and quartered.

It was awesome.

My God.

Hell's Gate.

Everybody off.

Quite a production.

Hm. Small town.

OK. The last part got to me.

What is that?

Don't! Let him go! Let him go!

Stop it!

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