The Preppie Connection Page #3

Ben and Laura were the other

half of Alex and Ellis.

But Laura was sweet, quiet.

She was always kind to me.

And Ben, her boyfriend, was a prick,

but I kind of liked him anyway.

Even though I was

the 5th wheel, it felt good.

And at the very least I was

speaking and they were listening.

Even if it was mostly

at my expense.

We're blood brothers.

Stop. Toby, just stop.

You're high

as a f***ing kite, man.

Now!

Let's go!

Go. Go.

Open up the door!

I had my foot against

the door that our house master

Mr. Gaines was pounding on.

Let's go.

When she looked at me

I didn't even think about it.

If it had been a train

coming towards her

I'd have laid down

in front of it.

He said he was sorry.

In here.

You see all that in the front?

Yeah, I see it.

In front of the hedge

there's a lot of weeds here.

Just push them to the side.

Make sure.

What are you doing here?

I heard

about your suspension.

I just wanted to come see you.

Toby. What are you doing?

Who are you talking to?

She's selling

Girl Scout Cookies.

You want any?

No, I don't want

any Girl Scout Cookies.

Get back to work.

Yeah, no, we don't want any.

My loss.

I just wanted to tell you

that what you did...

Thank you.

Welcome back.

Everything felt different

the day

I got back from my suspension.

The preppies wanted

to get a look at me.

They were curious.

Who wouldn't be?

By the time I got back to

campus, I'd heard the stories.

I'd blown a cloud of ganja

smoke into Mr. Gaines' face

pushed him out of the room

and told him to f*** off.

None of it was true, but it

took some of the heat off me.

The preppies were appeased.

Hey. Can I,

can I get a minute?

We should go. If not, Stan and

Fred will get the best eppets.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Take it easy, Zorro.

What's up?

Listen, I-I just, I wanted to

thank you for what, happened.

I mean, I, look, man, I would've

stuck around with you.

But the thing is, I already got

one strike against me

and you know with the two strike

rule around here...

Well, discretion is often

the better part of valor.

Are you f***ing with me?

What do you mean?

I mean, you're a local

bumpkin and all

but... sometimes

sometimes I get the feeling

that you're from far away.

Hey, a bunch of us

are, gonna meet up

on the golf course

after check in.

You up for that?

I mean, one more strike for

either one of us and it's...

Behind the green

on the seventh hole.

Midnight.

Don't be a p*ssy.

"Don't be a p*ssy."

"Don't be a p*ssy."

But the truth was...

I wasn't afraid

of anything...

except losing her.

I don't know, my mom said

she saw on the news that like

if you do this once

you'll get addicted.

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