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- Whose fault is it, then?

I don't want to talk about it.

Fine! You don't want to talk about it,

then give me your phone.

I don't have it. It's at Janice's.

It's at Janice's. Mom.

No, Mom! That's not fair!

You want to know what's not fair

is me being called out of a client meeting

- because you started a fight in school.

- It's not my fault.

And you know what, that whole little

Friday night get-together deal is off.

Chad called me a ho, okay?

Do you want me to let it go

and say thank you?

Your Chad?

He's not my Chad anymore, Mom.

Why did he call you that?

God, do you have to know everything?

Yeah, I do if you want your phone back.

- That's blackmail, Mom!

- I know.

- Stop.

- And look here.

- You're getting a text from Emily.

- No.

- And she says, "Hey."

- Mom, stop!

Chad slept with somebody else,

so to pretend I was okay with it,

I said that I did, too. Okay?

- Did you?

- No.

Is that all you care about

is if I had sex or not?

No, that is not all that I care about.

I don't want you making stupid mistakes

out of spite.

Baby, I care about you.

I know. I'm sorry, Mom.

Why didn't you talk to me?

- I love you, Mom.

- I love you, baby.

Can I have my phone back now?

And have my party on Friday?

Two friends.

Six.

- Four.

- Deal.

"L can't love him, but I do.

I feel so real with him.

"If he figures it out,

it will totally ruin our friendship.

"Okay, I'm just going to have to hide it."

Hey, Lol?

Maybe we should...

I don't want Chad to get the wrong idea.

He's so jealous.

I don't blame him.

Well, I'm flattered

you still want to hang out with me.

I love hanging outwith you.

Go.

- Okay, I'll see you later.

- See you later.

Where's my chicken?

Jackson!

My chicken.

Jackson.

- What?

- My chicken. Where is it?

How should I know?

Oh, really? What is that?

- Mom, I swear...

- I will not tolerate lying in my home.

L hate my life.

Wait, where did you say you were going?

It's just a spa weekend with the girls.

What girls?

Actually, you don't know them.

You have friends that I don't know?

Like who?

So, wait, why aren't Emma and Ethan

going with Dad?

Because he's going out of town

this weekend.

- So, Mom...

- Yes, dear.

- You got this covered?

- Yes, dear.

- She gets to have three friends.

- Only three. I mean it.

- And pizza.

- Only pizza. That's it.

I kind of want Chinese.

And don't let them sweet-talk you,

because they are ruthless.

- Me?

- Really? What a surprise! Chinese it is.

- Okay, here you go.

- Here's your bag.

Are you guys trying to get rid of me?

- No.

- Yes.

- Bye.

'Bye-bye.

- Love you, Mom.

- Love you.

- Party time.

- No way. Three friends.

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