washers.
We were quiet for a while.
âAny fallout from Ty?â Roach asked.
âHeâs too busy porking Jessicaâs best friend to worry about little olâ me. Iâm yesterdayâs blue-balls as far as heâs concerned.â
âI hope youâre right.â
âIâm always right.â I joined her on the floor. âUsually.â
Chapter Eight
âSUCKS TO BE MEâ
SCREENPLAY
BY
CHARLOTTE WEBB
ANONY MOUS
INTERIOR. A HIGHSCHOOL HALLWAY â DAY
CHARLIE and ROACH skip down corridor holding hands, laughing uproariously at their own
lighthearted whimsy. The zippy duo comes to an abrupt halt as they near a row of lockers.
CHARLIE â VOICE OVER
Much as I loved being right, in this one teeny instance, being wrong wouldnât have sucked a whole bunch.
ROACH
Do you believe this?
CHARLIE â VOICE OVER
Yes, I did believe it, because, as I told Roach before, lots of things that werenât supposed to happened, did happen, and one of them just happened to crap in my face. The evidence of my stupidity was proudly on display not four feet away.
ROACH
Is that really you? If I squint, it could be anyone. Well, any girl.
CHARLIE
Except that Iâm the only girl in school with a fucking mole at the end of her smile! I knew I should have pulled an Enrique Iglesias and had Mini Me removed. We could have preserved her in a Petri dish for future generations to admire.
ROACH
Letâs think positive. One topless photo doesnât a life of prostitution make.
CHARLIE
One, no. However, one topless photo of you photocopied and taped to every single fucking locker in your school could certainly lead a girl in that direction.
ROACH
No one will figure it out. And if someone tries to peg this on you, weâll write up a formal denial and post it in the school newsletter.
CHARLIE
Did you even read the words at the bottom? Are your corneas non-functional?
(reads aloud)
Charlie gives good head !
ROACH
Eweâ¦did you really?
CHARLIE
Iâm a virgin, Roach. Doesnât mean Iâm exactly virginal . But the point is, he used my name. I think that makes it pretty clear who owns those melons.
ROACH
(groaning)
How did this happen?
CHARLIE
Tyler Gribbons. He took the shot with his cell, right before he went to that football training
camp.
ROACH
(answers her cell)
Weird, itâs for you. I think itâs Ty.
CHARLIE
(pissed)
Hello. This is Charlie, whoâs going to Fucking maim and kill you , speaking.
TY
I see you got my message this time. I wasnât sure if you had your phone back yet. You gottaâ admit the old school locker trick is still pretty effective.
CHARLIE
Fuck off and die. Slowly and painfully.
TY
(laughing)
Love you too, baby. See you around. Actually, lots of people will be seeing you around. I posted it online.
CHARLIE
(dial tone in her ear)
You â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦
FADE TO BLACK
The B-movie of my life fades away and I land in the horrific reality of it all.
I knew it could have been worse. In his haste Ty had prematurely snapped, capturing the moment when my bra was just slipping off my breasts. No exposed nipples. You could have seen the same amount of flesh on any beach or poolside.
But still. The fact that heâd lied and a supposedly private moment was plastered on lockersâ¦stung. It made me feel vulnerable and used and everything I didnât want to feel when it came to guys.
âIn a thousand years from now, this photo will resurface and save my flagging acting career.â See? I could think positive thoughts. And I did, for about a second.
âYou donât want to be an actor anymore,â Roach said. âYou want to be an accountant. You told me last week. We planned your course load.â
âRoach, no one wants to be an accountant. That was a joke.â
âOh, well, good thing. I was afraid
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