Unexpected Page #2

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walk down the aisle in a wedding dress,

and I wanted a big cake,

and I wanted flowers and all of it.

Then you get pregnant, Sam,

after the wedding.

Samantha, I just...

what do you want me to tell people?

Well, that wasn't so bad.

Are you kidding me? That was the worst.

I mean, she hates me,

and she hates our baby.

Okay, she doesn't hate you,

and she's gonna love our baby

probably more than we can handle.

I just wish you would have helped me out

a little bit more in there, John.

What? I said the thing

about the washer/dryer.

John.

What?

Maybe she's right. We rushed it.

- Did we rush it?

- Well, we kind of had to.

'Cause we all posing and stuff.

You about to get your ass beat, Jamal!

- She mad now.

- Hey. Guys, settle down, okay?

Guys.

Hey, I want everyone back

in their seats right now.

Somebody need to get

this b*tch out my face

'cause I'm about to pop

the f*** off right now.

- Try it. Try it.

- Hey, hey. Come on. Come on.

I need you to sit down.

- LaParis, give me the phone.

- He hit me in the face.

I don't care. You're being loud

and disrespectful. Now give me that phone.

God, I'm not up for this today.

- Ms. Abbott got a rock on her finger, damn.

- That's nice.

- You gonna get married, Ms. Abbott?

- She gonna marry Coach Harwell.

Coach Harwell is 30 years older than me.

She ain't with no Coach Harwell.

She got a boyfriend.

- We're not talking about this right now.

- You gonna change your name?

Okay, listen, guys. I got married...

which is normal.

You can still call me Ms. Abbott.

That's all we're gonna talk about to...

How you feeling?

Humiliated.

You think the whole school

knows I'm pregnant?

You puked in front of 30 teenagers.

I think everybody knows.

- Hey, Jasmine.

- Hey.

I just wanted to see if Ms. Abbott

was feeling better.

Yeah. I'm okay.

- Thanks.

- Okay. Y'all have a great weekend.

Hey, wait. Jasmine, when are you

gonna give me your list of colleges?

I haven't narrowed it down yet.

Okay, well, do you think you could

give it to me in homeroom next week?

Yeah.

Look, if you need any help,

you know where to find me, okay?

Yeah, leaning over a trash can.

- Bye, Ms. Abbott.

- Bye, Jasmine.

With pollen crushed into its stigma,

the hammer orchid is fertilized.

The little dummy female withers,

its purpose served.

- How do you know?

- Trust me. You can tell.

- She's not showing.

- I'm telling you. She's pregnant.

- Are you guys talking about me?

- No, we know about you.

- Garrett thinks Jasmine Davis is pregnant.

- Jasmine Davis? No.

Oh, she's pregnant.

I just don't understand how these girls

get themselves into these situations.

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