catastrophe || j. foley

Tape 1: Side A

INT. HANNAH'S BEDROOM - AFTERNOON - SOPHOMORE YEAR

Hannah on her bed, sort of doing homework. Her phone PINGS. She checks the text:

JUSTIN: Hey.

She reacts, then recovers her dignity, counts to ten, and texts back:

HANNAH: Oh... hey.

And then she watches the dreaded thinking dots for what seems like an hour.

Rolling her eyes

HANNAH: Come on dude

JUSTIN: What up?

HANNAH: Homework. Sorta. U?

The swoop of the departing text brings Mrs. Baker into the room.

MRS. BAKER: Hannah? You know I don't want you on the phone when there's homework.

HANNAH: I'm using the calculator.

Phone pings with a message notification

"Talk about timing yeesh."

HANNAH: And helping a friend with homework.

MRS. BAKER: Do I know this friend?

HANNAH: Do you know any of them?

Her phone RINGS. She glances:

CALL: JUSTIN.

People turn to look at Justin, all thinking the same thing 'why on earth is he calling Hannah if he has Cassie?' 'Didn't he notice how he acted around her?'

"Just watch." Was his only response.

MRS. BAKER: More homework?

HANNAH: We're working on this math problem.

Mrs. Baker snatches the phone.

MRS. BAKER:
Hello --- Justin. Hannah is doing her homework.

JUSTIN
Oh, uh, hey, Mrs. Baker. Yeah,
we're, uh, working on a... math problem.

Hannah celebrates privately. Mrs. Baker is not entirely convinced

MRS. BAKER
All right, then. Let me know if I can help.

She hands the phone back to Hannah, and retreats, but leaves the door open a crack. Hannah rushes over, closes the door and uses her body as a guard.

HANNAH
So. Hey.

JUSTIN
Hey. Cassie, she's back. Come when your done.