were doing it with me...
so they'd forgive you
for being seen with me.
Don't you ever
talk about my friends!
You don't know any of my friends
you don't look at any of my friends...
and you certainly wouldn't condescend
to speak to any of my friends...
so you just stick
to the things you know...
shopping, nail polish,
your father's BMW...
and your poor, rich, drunk
mother in the Caribbean. Shut up!
As far as being concerned about what's gonna
happen when you and I walk down the hallways...
you can forget it,
'cause it's never gonna happen.
Just bury your head in the sand
and wait for your fuckin' prom!
I hate you!
Yeah? Good.!
Okay, then I assume Allison and I
are better people than you guys, huh?
Us weirdos.
Would you...
Would you do that to me?
I don't have any friends.
- Well, if you did.
- No.
I don't think the kind of friends
I'd have would mind.
Well, I just wanna tell...
each of you
that I wouldn't do that.
I wouldn't and I will not.
'Cause I think
that's real shitty.
Your friends wouldn't mind
because they look up to us.
You're so conceited, Claire.
You're so conceited.
You're so, like, full of yourself.
Why are you like that?
I'm not saying that
to be conceited.
I hate it. I hate having to go
along with everything my friends say.
Well, then why do you do it?
I don't know.
I don't...
You don't understand.
You don't...
You're not friends with the same kinds
of people Andy and I are friends with.
You know, you just don't understand
the pressure they can put on you.
I don't understand what?
You think I don't understand
pressure, Claire?
Well, fuck you!
Fuck you!
You know why I'm here today?
Do you?
I'm here...
because Mr. Ryan...
found a gun in my locker.
Why'd you have
a gun in your locker?
I tried.
When you pull the fuckin'... trunk
on it, the light's supposed to go on.
It didn't go on.
What's the gun for, Brian?
- Just forget it.
You brought it up, man.
I can't have an "F."
I can't have it,
and I know my parents can't have it.
Even if I ace the rest of the semester,
I'm still only a "B. '
Everything's ruined for me.
Brian...
What?
Considering
my options, you know.
No, killing yourself
is not an option.
Well, I didn't do it, did I?
No, I don't think so.
It was a handgun?
No, it was a flare gun.
It went off in my locker.
Really?
It's not funny.
Yes, it is.
Fuckin'elephant was destroyed.
You wanna know what I did
to get in here?
Nothing.
I didn't have
anything better to do.
You're laughing at me.
No!
Yeah, you are.
It seems so clear
in black and white
# The living color tends
to dull our sight #
#Like dynamite #
#Just imagine my surprise
when I looked into your eyes #
#And saw
through your disguise #
#If we dare expose our hearts and
just reveal the purest thoughts #
# That's when strange sensations
start to grow #
# Oh, we are not alone #
# You find out where
you're coming from #
# There'll be somebody there
to break your fall #
# We are not alone #
# 'Cause when you come down
through the fold #
# We're really not
so different after all #
Brian?
Hmm.
Are you gonna write
your paper? Yeah. Why?
Well, it's kind of a waste for all of
us to write our paper, don't you think?
Well, that's what Vernon
wants us to do.
True. But I think we'd all
kind of say the same thing.
You just don't wanna
write your paper, right?
True, but you're
the smartest, right?
Well. Um...
We trust you.
Yeah.
All right.
I'll do it.
Great.
Come on.
Where we going?
Come on.
Don't be afraid.
Don't stick that in my
eye. I'm not sticking...
Just close it. Wait a minute.
Just go like... go like that.
Good.
You know, you really do look better
without all that black shit on your eyes.
Hey, I like
that black shit.
This looks a lot better.
Look up.
Please. Why are you
being so nice to me?
'Cause you're letting me.
You lost?
Thank you.
Why'd you do that?
'Cause I knew
you wouldn't.
You know how