Dangerous Cheaters

Someone's still in here.

Hello?

Hello?

I-is someone here?'

Hello, I'm still in here! Hurry up!

Help!

- Ah! - 'Ah!'

No..

Aw..

- You got this. - Come on, Kaley.

- Yeah! - Yes!

- Yes! Yes! - Yes! Yeah!

- You did so good. - Oh, my God..

Millie! That was insane!

Hey, Kaley. Nice game.

Thanks. Uh, glad you could make it.

That's my girl!

Oh, honey, you were amazing.

- Congratulations. - Thanks. It was a blast!

Well, of course, it was a blast. We won!

Who wants to go celebrate? Daddy's treat.

I can't. I have to study. The SATs are this weekend.

It's my last chance to bump up my score.

But your score was so good before

like, hundreds better than me.

Plus, we just won regionals!

I know, but I-I just got to get through this.

I got to know I gave it my all.

Suit yourself. Monica?

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna have to study, too.

My junior-year scores were just not where I want them to be.

- So.. - You guys are no fun.

Hey, Olivia, Sebastian.

I'm so excited.

- You guys ready to party? - You're so good.

Let's do it!

- 'Oh, I'm so glad we could..' - Oh, wait.

- Oh, you guys.. - Hey, Sebastian.

No, you were just, just good.

'Seriously, you guys did a great job.'

'I'm so proud of you.'

'I know how hard you worked.'

- Hey, guys. - Mm-hmm.

It's ten o'clock. Why don't you get some sleep?

Mom, the SATs are in two days.

And I promise, you will ace them

if you don't fall asleep through them.

Just, uh, one more hour, I promise.

Okay, honey. Goodnight. Goodnight, you two.

- 'Drive safe.' - Goodnight, Mrs. Parker.

'We will.'

Okay, I got to head out.

Kay, you have a 4.0.

Any Ivy League would be falling over themselves to recruit you.

So stop stressing the test.

I second everything that he said.

And I need to go to bed, too, I don't think

that I'm retaining anything anymore.

Hey, Did you guys see Millie's Pixa?

No. Why?

'Wow! Rich-girl party time, I guess.'

- You okay? - Yeah, it's just..

'Just what?'

Me and Clea barely talk anymore.

We used to be best friends for six years

and then suddenly one summer, boom

I'm out and Millie is her bestie.

I can't compete with yachts and Bentleys.

You don't need to compete with that.

And you don't need them when you have me.

No, I know. I'm sorry. It's stupid.

I shouldn't even care anymore.

And, in a way, I'm glad because it made us closer.

It did.

I just miss her sometimes.

- You know? - I get it.

I mean, come on. Who cares if Millie and Clea are on a yacht?

They'll never have the coolest boyfriend on the planet.

Ryan Gosling?

- Next coolest. - Yeah.

Well, you're a hundred times more adorable than Ryan Gosling.

I'm just exhausted enough to accept that.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, love is so gross. I need to go to bed.

- I'm done. - See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Don't stay up all night, nerd.

- I won't, nerd. - Hm..

- Kay, I love you. Goodnight. - Okay, bye. Love you.

You blocked me in, loser. Move your car.

- Mn-mn. That'll be $5. - I love you.

- Goodnight. - Bye.

Okay.

I need more coffee.

Calm down, Fiona. It's gonna be fine.

Why are you being a freak? There's nothing to worry about.

She's prepared.

She's got this. Breathe. She's got this.

- Mom. - Well?

Oh!

I knew you were gonna do great!

I mean, I ran out of time, so I couldn't recheck everything

but, yeah, I think I did good.

- I am so proud of you. - Kaley Parker?

- Yes? - You forgot your phone.

- Oh, gosh. Thank you so much. - Who is that?

The proctor, he collected all of our phones in the beginning

so that we wouldn't cheat.

Clearly, he does not know my daughter.

Mom! He's the proctor, he doesn't know anybody.

He's just there to... proctor.

Okay, my brain's officially mush.

Okay, honey, let's go get some ice cream.

Ah! My hand hurts.

Who even writes handwritten thank-you notes anymore?

Coach says it's a tradition, all the seniors have to do it.

Ugh!

Wait. What time is it?

It's one minute till 5:00.

Oh, my God. This is so stressful.

I cannot believe that we had to wait two weeks.

'That's torture.'

Wait. Why do I care?

I don't even believe in standardized testing.

I'm gonna be a stylist.

You don't need good SAT scores to be a stylist.

They don't even use math or geography--

- They're in. - Okay.

No matter what happens, we're really good volleyball players.

We are funny and smart and..

really cute.

I got a 1490.

- What? - No way.

That's, like, really good, right?

'How'd you guys do?'

I mean, definitely not a 1490.

Hey, Clea?

'Oh, my God, a 1460?'

Told you that SAT prep course is worth it.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Okay, whoa, calm down.

Look, we will talk about this later, okay?

I'm in the middle of something.

Everything good?

Ugh! She's just freaking out over whatever.

You know how dramatic Clea can get. I just, like, can't deal..

I wanna throw a party. I'm sure my dad will let me.

- Hello. - Hey, dad? Big news.

'I got a 1490 on the SAT.'

That's my girl! I knew you'd do great.

It's like a huge boost from last year. You're proud of me, right?

Are you kidding? I'm over the moon!

- So can I throw a party? - Absolutely.

In fact, you know what, I'll order the food right now.

'Ooh! Thanks, dad!'

- Hey! He said yes! - Shh!

So is your dad gonna be there?

What? Just asking.

Hey! You girls made it.

- Hi, Mr. Gant. - Hi, Mr. Gant.

The pizza's here. There's plenty of sodas, snacks.

You girls just help yourself.

I'm gonna, uh, be in my office, just doing my thing.

- And you girls have some fun. - Okay.

- Well, thanks. - Bye.

Oh, my God, is it just me or does Mr. Gant get hotter

every time that we see him?

- I-I-I'll be back in a sec. - '...my control? I'll be..'

- Mr. Gant. - 'Millie, seriously.'

You are freaking out over nothing.

I need it back, Millie. It was my mom's. Please.

- No, Clea, we had an agreement. - My mom knows I lied to her.

- I have to tell her. - About what?

I have the proof. It's on my laptop.

I mean, I wasn't sure. I took notes, but--

But what? You're not making any sense.

'Hey.'

- I was just looking for you. - Great, come dance.

I'll catch up, you go ahead.

- Hey, are you okay? - No.

- Actually.. - Do you wanna talk about it?

Why, so you can guilt me about

what a terrible friend I've been?

- No, Clea, I just wa-- - Stop! Okay?

My world is blowing up right now.

I made a huge mistake and I'm trying to correct it

but I really don't need you to judge me.

Just leave me alone, Kaley.

- 'My arms are freezing in.' - Bye.

Did you, uh, did you girls have fun?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Good, good. - Oh, wait.

I didn't say goodbye to Clea.

Oh, I think everyone pretty much left.