God, are we gonna
be like our parents?
Not me.
Ever.
It's unavoidable.
It just happens.
What happens?
When you grow up,
your heart dies.
- Who cares?
- I care.
Um, I was just thinking,I mean...
I know it's kind of a weird time,
but I was just wondering, um...
what is going to happen
to us on Monday...
when we're alltogether again?
I mean, I consider
you guys my friends.
- I'm not wrong, am I?
- No.
So... So on Monday,
what happens?
Are we still friends,
you mean?
- If we're friends now, that is.
- Yeah.
- Do you want the truth?
- Yeah, I want the truth.
I don't think so.
- With all of us or justJohn?
- With all of you.
That's a real nice
attitude, Claire.Oh, be honest, Andy.
If Brian came walking up to you in the
hall on Monday, what would you do?
I mean, picture this.You're there with all the sports.
You know exactly what you'd do.You'd
say hi to him,and when he left...
you'd cut him all upso your friends
wouldn't thinkyou really liked him.
- No way.- Okay.
- What if I came up to you?
- Same exact thing.
You are a bitch!
Why, 'cause I'm telling the truth?
That makes me a bitch?
No, you know how shitty
that is to do to someone.
And you don't got the ballsto
stand up to your friends...
and tell them you're gonna likewho you wanna like.
Okay, what about you,
you hypocrite?
Why don't you take Allisonto one
of your heavy metalvomit parties?
Or take Brian outto the parking
lotat lunch to get high?
Or what about Andyfor that matter?What about me?
What would your friends say if we
were walking down the hall together?
They'd laugh their asses off,
and you'd tell them you 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 certainlywouldn't condescendto
speak to any of my friends...
so you just stickto 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 aboutwhat's gonna
happen when youand 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?