Awkward.

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In four short months, I had evolved.

I'd gone from "that girl who tried to kill herself"

to "that girl who had a date on New Year's Eve."

You want another chance?

I won't screw up again.

I came with Jake.

But you can stay with me.

I chose Jake, and now we can't be alone

without Matty tagging along, trying to tempt me.

The whole situation is weird.

I hate to admit this,

but Matty might be trying to home wreck you.

- Nice job, McKibben. - What?

You are totally sabotaging them.

Ricky's the missed connection!

He's her what?

Ricky?

Ricky!

You really are the fool.

Ask Matty-- he had a piece of your Hamilton pie

long before you did.

Okay, McKibben, time to come clean.

Please don't do this.

Uhh!

I fucked your girlfriend!

We've decided not to let

a girl come between us.

So you need to choose--

him or me.

Maybe the timing's finally right.

We're going to Europe!

Too late. The trip's full.

I took the last slot.

- I made out with Jake. - I made out with Jake.

You have a trip. I'm not going.

My spot is yours.

I finally got what I really wanted.

But I wasn't sure it was what I needed.

Junior year.

Junior year was like the Thursday night of high school,

and the beginning of the end.

I was growing up.

Victoria had finally let me in on her secret.

Padding. Lots and lots of padding.

But, underneath it, I was actually blossoming.

Changing.

And the thought of it made me--

Nervous?

No. Yeah.

Probably just first-day jitters, right?

What are you nervous about?

I don't know.

But I did.

I hadn't seen Tamara or Ming all summer.

Either they were out of town or I was,

and when I wasn't...

I was wrapped up in my cocoon,

my cocoon of Matty.

I had disappeared into my relationship,

and forgotten about my friends.

Ready?

Can't we just stay here?

Nope. It is time to be--

Independent study.

That's the elective I signed up for,

not creative writing.

Can you fix it?

What do you think about the metamorphosis?

Pretty chic, huh?

Love is a game changer.

Is she still hung up on Ricky?

Good one.

Although I wonder if Ricky has anything to do

with why Tamara and Jake aren't online official.

But any day now. Right?

Right. I knew that.

But I didn't.

I didn't know anything about Tamara's life.

What about you? Where have you been all summer?

Working for my grandparents in Moorpark.

It's like the pit of the Earth.

But I learned Mandarin.

You finally speak Chinese?

Ix-nay on the Chinese-ay.

Mafia is everywhere,

and they can't know what I know.

It's all about the long play.

Gotta go!

I'm gonna get the deets on the new 'do.

Normally, we spend hours debating a simple trim,

and suddenly, she had hacked and whacked

without even a text.

Maybe it wasn't me that had forgotten my friends.

Maybe it was my friends that had forgotten me.

My girl.

Thankfully, some things never changed.

Su cabella es muy bonita.

Or they did.

Yeah.

- It's your girl. - "T."

Oh. "J."

Thought you were my new girl.

She was going to stop by

to help me pick the best pics from Europe

to tag before class.

She is such a character.

You know, sometimes, I just can't get her off the phone.

- You guys talk on the phone? - Like it's my job.

Which it sort of is,

since she's listed as my sister on Facebook.

- So whatcha need? - Help.

I've been put in Creative Writing

- for my elective. - And?

And I didn't sign up for it.

- No, I did. - Why?

Because it's an excellent class,

and very hard to get into.

Mr. Hart reads a lot of submissions every year.

And he's a very tough customer

when it comes to the written word.

- But I didn't write a word. - He read your blog.

- But my blog is private. - Ha! Right.

But when it wasn't,

I printed out a copy or two.

You know, for work and home.

Sometimes I need a good, angsty soap

to put me to sleep.

Oh, and I might have sent one to my mom,

who may or may not be Team Matty.

You can tell her that he is now firmly on Team Jenna.

Excellent word play.

See, you are totally going to meet the challenges

of Mr. Hart's class.

I don't want a challenge.

Wake up, Jenna.

This is your junior year,

and it is time to evolve, change.

Fine, you want to be a wuss?

I'll sign you up for something wimpy,

like Drama.

Going once...

Maybe Valerie had a point.

Going twice--

Maybe I needed a change.

I'll stay in Creative Writing.

Good. Now, you're gonna need this.

Mr. Hart can be a real ball buster.

Apparently, so could my conscience.

It was time to see if my friendship with Tamara

had changed along with her hair.

I can't believe you cut it.

I know.

But after being abroad and seeing how the other half lives,

I am forever a different person.

Europeans are amazeballs.

As in, stress the "balls,"

'cause that's what they smell like.

But they call it "musk,"

which is just so sexy, you know?

No.

Well, it's hard to explain unless you've been there,

but the Euros just have this je ne sais quoi.

French.

It's like an individuality thing,

which is the mantra of this year.

I want to be original.

And although I'm not brave enough

to roll without roll-on,

I thought that changing the flair of my hair

was the next best thing.

So you really put a lot of thought into it.

Actually, there was no thought.

It was totally impulsive.

That's why I love the Spaniards.

Everything is so sera sera, you know?

Not really.

Well, if you did know,

you know know that they are a people of spontaneity,

which is also something that I want to embrace.

I am letting go of having to define things in my life,

like my style or my relationship.

I don't need to DTR anymore.

But I still did,

and I needed to know if we were still besties.

Which is really cool, and I actually have

a lot of questions about that,

because there's something I want to share.

What's happening?

Walk with me.

I think I need support.

And a tampon.

Aunt to the flow.

You finally got it?

- Yes. - And I did, too.

I was getting that I was being sidelined...

and left behind.

Ming, this is so tres magnifique.

You're a woman.

Hooray.