Love Me

I'm not getting in.

Can you just go already?

Just go away!

? Now my eyes

are wide open ?

? Now that everything's

been stolen ?

? And I'm here to get it

back from you ?

? See, I ain't wasting

no more time ?

? I gotta take back

what's mine ?

? And what else

am I supposed to do? ?

.' Here I am .'

? With my heart on the floor ?

? And my love out the door ?

? You should be knocking ?

? But there it goes ?

? I got nothing to show for ?

? Except pictures I posed for ?

? But I keep 'em in a box ?

? Under my bed ?

? I told you time and again ?

? That you never win ?

? I told you time and again ?

? But you keep doing

the same old thing ?

? When I thought

that you would change ?

? I told you time and again ?

.' Here I am .'

? With my heart on the floor ?

? And my love out the door ?

? You should be knocking ?

.' There it goes .'

? I got nothing to show for ?

? Except pictures I posed for ?

? But I keep 'em in a box ?

? Under my bed ?

? Oh, oh, whoa, whoa... ?

So who thinks Sylvia should

let me cheat off her calc test?

- Absolutely.

- Raise your hands. Raise them high.

Do you want to die

a terrible death?

Only by your hands.

You smell good.

What is that?

It's my lip gloss.

Do you want some?

Uh, yeah.

- Oh, Jesus.

- Aww.

I want to be in love.

No, you don't.

- Yeah, no. No, I don't. Ugh.

- No.

Who was your last guy?

Sherman McDonald, eighth grade.

And for good reason-

I'm waiting for fireworks.

She's saving herself

for yours truly.

It's called delusional, Harry.

Besides, I thought you guys already

had the we're-just-friends talk.

- Dalyn.

- What? I thought you said that--

Just stop.

Hey, I'm sorry.

So whatever happened

to Comic Girl?

Wait, were you guys

even dating?

Yes, they were dating.

Right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Hey, I got a mound

of shoe boxes for you.

My mom went on another

depressed shopping spree.

Sweet!

Ugh, you guys hear?

They're searching

the Ridge-dale Woods again.

Seriously, she probably

just ran away.

She didn't run away.

What?

It's the city strangler.

It could be anybody.

It could be--

- hey!

.' There it goes .'

? I got nothing to show for ?

? Except pictures I posed for ?

? But I keep 'em in a box ?

? Under my bed. ?

It's just kind of creepy,

you know?

Could be one of us.

Yeah, but it wasn't.

It's just really strange.

I wish they'd just

catch the guy already.

Oh!

- You okay?

- Yeah, just broke my knee.

Are you sure

you're okay?

I'm fine.

Hey, Lucas, why don't you watch

where you occupy space?

Seriously.

Why don't you try walking

with your eyes open?

Why don't you try walking

with my foot up your ass?

That a**hole should have stayed

at his old school.

Are you sure

you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Okay, I'm out of here.

Love you.

Okay.

The financial aid papers

are on the counter and--

- what did you do to your shirt?

- Nothing. It's just paint.

Oh, Sylvia, I can't afford

a new one right now.

- Soak it.

- Okay.

And leave my ice cream alone,

or I'll have to kick your butt.

Yeah, yeah.

Attention, students.

The lacrosse team will be meeting

in the field after school today.

Thank you.

Lucas Green.

I know who you are.

This is for you.

What is this?

Just read the liner notes.

? I'm getting tired ?

? Don't want to pretend ?

? Want to show you off ?

? They think they know us ?

? They don't know us... ?

? They don't know us... ?

What do we have here?

- Give it.

- Are you serious?

Turn that thing off already.

That guy is a Lex Luthor--

a mega rich a**hole.

You're rich.

Yeah, but I'm not an a**hole.

And don't hang out

with that guy, for real.

For real?

Maybe you should

take a cue from him,

'cause someone's idea

of romance

is making Sloppy Joes

and watching cartoons.

Best date ever.

Besides, "The Lonely Phantom

and the Vixen,"

issue number one-- hello.

- You probably trashed it.

- I did not. I would never.

- Never what?

- What's up?

- What up, people?

- What up?

- Okay, what are we doing?

- Nothing.

? Don't you worry

about the mess ?

? It'll be cleaned up in time ?

? Gonna need the day to rest ?

? From the poison in the wine ?

? Now my head is feeling light ?

? Seems that all

that's made me mad... ?

You should be studying,

young lady.

Oh.

French sucks ass.

So...

Lucas Green.

Yeah? What about him?

He made me a mixed CD.

What?

And it's actually, like,

really good.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

- Wait.

- What?

- Are you jealous?

- No!

In another lifetime.

I went to junior high with the kid.

Seriously, Syls,

of all people, not him.

He's a raging dick.

- Okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

Are you stalking me?

Yes.

Hi.

Hi.

Anyone ever tell you

you drive slow?

No, actually.

Come on in.

Hmm.

Who is this one-- Lucas?

You should lay off

the crackers there, Jenkins.

You're getting a little thick

around the waist.

A bun in the oven, smart-ass.

What's your excuse?

What, you really think I'm fat?

Lucas? Oh, I didn't realize

you had a friend.

Louise, Sylvia.

Sylvia, Louise.

- Good to meet you.

- Nice to meet you, too.

Your parents are gonna be

another couple of weeks.

Shocking.

We'll be upstairs.

Dinner's ready soon.

She's taken care of me

since I was five.

She seems nice.

Remind me never

to invite you to my house.

Come on.

Your house is like a museum

or something.

It's so quiet,

so peaceful.

Yeah, quiet maybe.

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