think
you really liked him.
- No way.
- [Allison] 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 balls
to stand up to your friends...
and tell them you're gonna like
who you wanna like.
Okay, what about you,
you hypocrite?
Why don't you take Allison
to one of your heavy metal
vomit parties?
Or take Brian out
to the parking lot
at lunch to get high?
Or what about Andy
for 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 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.
[Brian]
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?
[Sniffles]
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.
[Sniffles]
It didn't go on.
- [Andy]
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?
[Exhales]
No, it was a flare gun.
It went off in my locker.
Really?
[Laughs]
- It's not funny.
- [Clears Throat, Chuckles]
[Chuckles]
Yes, it is.
[Brian]
Fuckin'elephant was destroyed.
You wanna know what I did
to get in here?
Nothing.
I didn't have
anything better to do.
[All Chuckling]
You're laughing at me.
No!
Yeah, you are.
##[Rock]
## [Record Scratches,
Rock Continues]
[Volume Increases]
# 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

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