"I still haven't heard from Noah, every thing was going great on the football field, then he raced off like the McRib was back." Riley complains while Brooke leans over the sink to apply lipgloss.
"He's clearly afraid to make a move, and you're to gorge for these romantic special Olympics." She says and Emma rolls her eyes.
"Don't be mean." Riley laughs back.
"Not mean, brutally honest, it's a different shade of mean, speaking of." She clicks her tongue and pulls out a tube of Nina's lipstick.
"Wait is that Nina's lipstick?" Riley asks as her good girl instincts kick in again.
"Yeah, well, someone's got to fill the lipstick power vacuum, oh come on she'd love that I was carrying on her legacy." Brooke looks back at me wanting me to approve of what she is saying.
"Yeah totally, right Em?" I look over and see that she really has been ignoring everything Riley and Brooke were saying.
"What?"
"What is with you?" Brooke asks seriously concerned for Emma.
"Your not still beating yourself up about that Saint Mary's chick, right? Because I'm sorry for Audrey, but that was not your fault."
"No, it's just, I can't believe that Nina's gone, you know?" Emma says but I look at Brooke and notice that she is thinking what I'm thinking, Emma isn't really sad about Nina, something else is bothering her.
"She's with us in spirit." Riley says before we all just stand in silence, I awkwardly begin walking out of the bathroom as they follow and we start our way down the hall, Emma's eyes not leaving her phone.
"Hey, Em." Will stops her then looks at us. "You got a second?" I roll my eyes and continue walking to my locker.
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"See Aristotle asked, why are we here, what is the meaning of life in the face of death." Branson asks as he roams around the classroom like he is looking for something.
"Bet Tyler's wondering that same thing right about now."
"Thank you, Jake, see Aristotle also understood that volatile relationships, well, they can lead to tragedy." Branson says as he pick up a stack of books, looking in between all of them.
"Looking for something, mr. B?" Brooke asks then smirks, I roll my eyes and realize that this has to do with something Brooke hid for him.
"We're all looking for something, Brooke, see desire, that's at the heart of drama. Desire for love, power, money. I'm talking about Jason and Madea, talkin, about Anthony and Cleopatra, I'm talking about Elle and Kieran."
"Excuse you?"
"I'm splitting you all into pairs, uh, you and your partner will choose a dramatic scene to perform in class." He pauses as he walks over to a poster of William Shakespeare and pulls out a file from behind it, quickly shoving it into a drawer in his desk. "Now, let's not just limit ourselves, we can choose something contemporary like movies, Audrey and Will."
"If you suggest the pool scene from Wild Things, I will end you." She says and Will nods awkwardly.
"Or, if that's too much for your attention span, pick a favorite tv show, Riley and Noah. I'll even allow popular fiction, Jake and Brooke."
"How about Fifty Shades of Grey?" Brooke glares at Branson and then Jake.
"In your dreams mouth-breather."
"All right, everybody lets get going to the library, I'm gonna pair the rest of you up there, get going on the selections. Let's go."
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"You have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are." Kieran says as we try out a scene from the Fault in our Stars.
"You can't say things like that."
"No, your right I really can't."
"Okay, so the Fault in our Stats is also a no." I laugh.
"I mean, cancer kids on top of brutal murder might be a bit much."
