Varsity Blues Page #7

and it's f***ing up my universe.

You're fat, slow,

all of a sudden you're lazy.

If it wasn't for you,

I'd still have Lance.

- Coach, my head...

- I don't want no excuses.

I want you to fix it.

Get out of here.

Get the hell out.

Mox, wait up.

- What time ?

- What time what ?

When are you coming over tonight ?

It's half-price night at the gun club.

My folks never get home before twelve.

- I visited Lance today in the...

- This is about you and me.

I've known you my whole life.

I'm not telling anyone

you're coming over.

Anytime after seven.

Why be good ? I'm always good.

Where's my upside to being good ?

I'm 18, it's not like I'm married to her.

She invited me. I'm just being polite.

Right, Kyle ?

Kyle... ?

I only answer to one name :

The great El Ali Akbar Shabazz Da.

- That's a bunch of names.

- There's only one God. Praise Allah.

Yeah, but would Allah nail Darcy

if he had the chance ?

- I think he would.

- As-Salaam Alaikum.

Okay...

- I gave up on you.

- Am I too late ?

Come in.

I'm glad you came. It's kind of weird

to have you in my house.

Yeah, I feel like

I'm doing something illegal.

Well, not yet.

Look at me, I'm a mess.

No one ever sees me like this.

I think this is the best

I've ever seen you look.

You're sweet, Mox,

but you know you are.

Nice house.

I was about to make

an ice cream sundae.

You want one ?

- Yeah, have one. I'll make it.

- All right.

- Do you want whipped cream ?

- Sure.

Come here.

Wait, wait, wait.

I can't.

We can't. This is not...

I'm really sorry.

- What ? You're sorry ?

- There's Lance, there's Jules...

I don't know if I love Jules,

but I might.

What I do know is, I don't love you,

but Lance might love you...

I don't love Lance.

It was never about love.

It was about me getting a better life.

Lance and I were gonna leave.

Now he'll stay in West Canaan, manage

a Wal-Mart and coach JV football.

Darcy...

I just wanted to go with you.

You're gonna get out of West Canaan

on your own.

You're smart.

- Unbelievable.

- What ?

I usually fall for

the whipped-cream bikini every time.

Wendell, meet me at the mini-mart

at 10:
00 tonight.

- For what ?

- I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you.

- Where's Billy Bob ? I can't find him.

- Kilmer.

He's been

riding the f*** out of Billy Bob.

Blaming him for Lance's knee.

Look man, I'm over this sh*t.

- I hear you.

- You don't hear me.

Kilmer's a f***ing racist.

You know how many yards

I average a game ? 133.

You know how many

touchdowns I have ?

Three. That's only because

I broke for over twenty yards each time.

If we're inside the 10, he gives the ball

to Lance or some white receiver.

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