Tamara Page #3

My God!

I can't believe you actually

thought he would sleep with you.

You look like a cheap ugly whore!

Tell me where she is right now!

That f***ing dress.

You f***ing loser.

Tamara!

You?

It's not what you think.

- I trusted you!

- No, wait!

Tamara!

Film that!

Tamara! Tamara!

Somebody shut her up!

Stop! Stop! Don't hurt her!

Don't hurt her!

Tamara, please, stop.

B*tch!

Tamara?

Is she all right?

- I can't feel a pulse.

- Move! Move!

She's dead, isn't she?

- Isn't she?

- No. No.

Wait. Let's think about this.

What's there

to think about? She's dead!

I know. There's nothing

we can do for her.

We can figure this out.

- Just calm down.

- Calm down?

- We killed her.

- Shut up!

No one killed her.

It was an accident.

I am not throwing my life away

because of this loser.

If we all keep our mouth shut,

everyone will think she ran away.

No one has to know.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Listen, you little shits!

You all struggled with her.

Call the cops.

And I'll tell them that you

and your boyfriend set this up.

That you were fighting

with her when she fell.

It'll be your word against mine.

I've already got a record.

I'm not going to jail.

No way.

Roger?

I didn't know.

God.

- You're not like them.

- This is so wrong!

But I have a scholarship

and I guess...

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

Chloe?

She scratched me.

You too.

They're going to find

our skin under her nails.

Your hair's in her hand.

It's five against one. I've got

videotape to back up my story.

Who do you think

they're gonna believe?

All right.

So, what's your f***ing plan?

We never talk about this. Ever!

Let's finish it

and get out of here.

Wait.

This is really wrong,

burying her out here like this.

We can still call the police.

It's not too late.

We've already decided. Let's

finish it and get out of here!

Leave him alone!

I'm afraid it's too late.

I'm done. Can I go

to the bathroom?

Watch it!

You look a little pale.

Is something wrong?

Sorry, I'm late. Rough weekend.

I almost died getting here.

You'll have to take

a make-up test.

Time's up people.

Hand everything in.

Is something wrong, Jesse?

Thank you.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

Sure.

About Friday. I was

just feeling a bit vulnerable.

It's okay. Are you all right now?.

As you can see, Mr. Natolly,

I'm better than all right.

I'm perfect.

- What's up?

- It's Tamara. She's alive.

- She just walked into class.

- But how?.

She must have been unconscious.

No, she was dead.

Chloe and I checked.

- Obviously, we were wrong.

- Did you guys talk to her?

Hell no, I didn't talk to her!

I was busy shitting my pants.

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