Some Kind of Hate Page #2

Oops. Guess I'm the spazz.

Nasty.

You actually talk?

I thought you'd just have him

do it for you.

Pick it up.

No.

Pick it the f*** up.

Good job, shitheads.

Oh, f***.

F***.

Nice lighter.

Thanks.

It was my mom's.

I think it's cool, you know.

What you did to that kid

to get sent here.

I feel bad.

People get what they deserve.

Or they should.

I hate bullies.

- What'd you do to get here?

- Usual bad girl stuff.

The wayward cheerleader.

- You're a cheerleader?

- Past life.

I think it's starting to happen again...

with Willie.

I don't wanna fight him.

But he keeps testing me.

I can help.

What are you gonna do?

I'll kick his ass.

You'll get us both killed.

Here's hoping.

- Wait, do it again.

- Do it again. Do it again.

Just say that. Don't f*** up. Yeah.

- "Tippin' on my dick"?

- That sh*t...

I'm in the party with my jeans to a sag

If a girl wanna dance then she gotta be bad

Tippin' on my dick

Tip, tippin' on my dick

I like any song that's about anybody

licking my clit. This is a good song.

I'm tasty, yeah, I'm a cold ass b*tch

I gotta be specifically

in this piece of sh*t

So f*** you literally

and come and get my sh*t

- Oh, sh*t.

- What happens next?

Oh, sh*t.

What's this?

F*** you, Iverson.

- You scared the sh*t out of me.

- I'm sorry.

Walls are super thin.

What are they gonna do?

Put us in a reform school

in the middle of the desert?

Or else they'll meditate us to death.

I brought you something.

I made a playlist for you.

Where'd you hide this?

I found where they stashed them,

and I took it back.

- F*** them, it's mine.

- Awesome.

Thanks.

I know you're a cheerleader,

or whatever.

Maybe you won't like this music, but...

That's awesome.

It saved me so many times.

Have you ever had the feeling,

when your whole body's saying...

you wanna punch your head

through the wall?

This...

makes me feel

like I'm driving a tank and...

rolling over piles of skulls

and blasting mortar shells

through everybody that pissed me off.

I mean, you go through

this whole experience

of anger and fighting and hatred.

And when the song's over,

I don't feel like putting my head

through a wall.

For just that one minute.

I know exactly that feeling.

Do...

You need to fight him.

What?

Willie.

If you don't take him down early,

he will eat you alive.

Kaitlin, this is the exact reason

why I'm here.

Do it in front of his friends.

He won't squeal.

Hit him once and he'll crumble.

Show him that skull-crushing tank,

and he'll find somebody else to f*** with.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Don't think, Lincoln.

I should... I should get back

to my room.

- Where you going, man?

- I'm afraid I forgot...

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