Awkward.

Previously on "Awkward"...

He is your ex, right?

- Not even friends. - What happened?

I'm transferring to Wycoff.

I don't know if I want you here.

- I'm leaving. - Don't worry about Jenna.

You are in New York City.

Luke? Jenna?

I'm a little surprised by what I'm seeing.

I can't say that I'm pleased.

In fact, I'm pretty annoyed.

Whenever you come in early to write,

always make sure there is a fresh pot of coffee.

Oh. Sorry, Lizzy.

We just got so caught up in writing.

I love writing.

And I love your work ethic, Jenna.

Well, I would love it more if you got published,

but today, you are my favorite editorial fellow,

despite the coffee incident.

Ophelia's piece on how weird her boobs are

has gotten so much traffic, it has crashed the servers.

She's my favorite fellow.

Well, it was good while it lasted.

Well, just because the servers aren't connecting

doesn't mean that we shouldn't.

Connection...

That is what we need with our readers,

and we connect by exposing ourselves in our writing.

Jenna, your pieces haven't had the certain raw vulnerability

our Idea Bin readers want.

Think. How can you expose yourself?

Well, um, my boobs are pretty normal, so...

It's not about your normal boobs, Jenna.

This is about authenticity.

Let's do an exercise.

I'm gonna ask you a question,

and you're going to be truly honest with me,

as honest as I want you to be in your writing.

For example, describe your last sexual experience.

My last...

sexual experience was...

recent.

And?

Yeah, Jenna. Tell us more.

What could I say?

I was supposed to be writing last night,

and instead, I slept with Luke.

Idea Bin was my big shot, and I couldn't mess it up

by getting distracted with Luke drama.

It was no big deal.

Oh, so it sucked.

No. No, no, no.

It was great.

It's just that

no one should read too much into it, you know?

No, not really.

You are so insightful.

And you've reached so many people.

You remind me of myself.

Call a doctor, Oph,

'cause you broke the Internet.

- Boom. - Thanks, you guys. You know,

I'm just really glad that people responded to my honesty.

- And your brilliance. -

Max, Mia, come with me.

We're gonna do a writing exercise.

Max,

tell me about the first time your mother made you cry.

I had to admit it.

I was jealous of Ophelia.

She was part of the cool kid clique.

Idea Bin was just like high school, except now,

the popular people were smart, accomplished writers.

It was time for me to get in with the in crowd.

Hey, Ethan. Want to grab lunch later?

There's this awesome new vegan place.

Huh? Oh, sorry Jenna. Love you. Mean it.

But I'm writing a follow-up quiz to Oph's piece

called "What Weird Celebrity Boobs Do You Have?"

Talk later, 'kay?

Sure.

Ethan might be a tough one to crack,

but Ophelia, if nothing else, was all about sharing.

Congrats, Oph.

- I loved your piece. - Mm, thanks.

- That means a lot. - Okay.

Clearly I had to initiate the friendly conversation.

So do you have a boyfriend?

Oh, I don't believe in monogamy.

But I do have a crush on someone in the office.

He's smart, nice, cute.

Was she talking about Luke?

No, I shouldn't care.

It's Ethan.

But Ethan's...

Oh, I am dying to hook up with a gay guy.

It would be such good material,

and he'd probably text me back.

You know, I've only had one night stands?

- Not on purpose. - I'm sorry.

- Do you want to talk about it? - Not really.

Anyways, Lizzy just IMed me that your last sexual experience

was "recent and no big deal."

Hearing my own words back, I realized how harsh I sounded.

No big deal?

If a guy said that to me after we slept together,

I'd probably cry or slap him or both.

Word travels fast around here.

- - Oh, Ethan is too much.

Okay, see ya.

Truth was, Ethan and Ophelia

weren't letting me into their cool kids' club

because I hadn't been published.

Clearly I needed to write something amazing

that would get published on the Idea Bin site.

But first, I had to clear things up with Luke

and nip any drama in the bud.

So no biggie, but I totally got us a VIP table

and bottle service tonight at Roundelay

for your mother-effing birthday.

Shut up.

- You are welcome. - A bottle service?

Does that mean Morgan can come?

No. Sorry.

I'm pretty sure they don't let babies in.

But no thanks necessary.

The bouncer is totally friends with Rene at Teflon.

No way. That is so clutch.

Who's Rene at Teflon?

Teflon is a club in New York Tamara

- and I go to all the time. - All the time.

- And Rene's the bouncer there. - And our BFF.

O-M-G, remember the time he kicked out Orlando Bloom?

That was amaze. And we were like...

Both: "Bye."

Neat. I can make cupcakes.

Thanks, Liss, really, but I don't think

the club allows outside food.

Anyway, cupcakes are so 2005.

You have got to try the crogel.

- It's all about the crogel. - Crogel?

Both: Croissant bagel.

Sounds... ethnic.

T, I can totally help pay for bottle service, by the way.

That is expensive.

Oh, yeah, uh, how much do you need?

Like 20 bucks?

You might want to add a zero to that.

Bitches, please.

The birthday girl doesn't pay for anything.

And thanks, Lissa, but it's on me.

Waiter.

I need a refill on my marg.

I am not the waiter. I'm a manager.

And you know my name is Jake.

I'd be happy to send a waiter over for you, though.

I want it from you. No one else makes them right.

I'm sorry, Ally. I mean, Miss...

You know my husband's on the board of this club.

- Of course I do. - So that makes me your boss.

And as your boss,

I want a marg.

- Fine. -

- Sip? - Oh, sure, thanks.

Oh, what is that, vodka?

Boom, gotcha.

What are you doing?

You guys are children.

Both of you go to Berkeley.

Isn't that supposed to be a good school, not a kindergarten?

And, Sully, I know it's your first week here,

but there's no drinking at work,

when you're lifeguarding, obviously.

Sorry, boss.

I mean, there's no one in the pool.

But I see your point.

We're sorry. We will stop.

Good. I got to go get a friggin' marg.

Stop it.

I swear, that was my last prank.

Well, now I got to get you back.

- Oh. - Right, yeah.

Give me that bottle.

Uh, but that's...

- Okay. -

I like her.

I knew it would hurt Luke

when I told him that we couldn't date,

but I knew he appreciated honesty and maturity.

Hey, I'm sorry if what I said earlier

with Lizzy sounded harsh.

What I meant to say was that I like you

and that's why we can't start dating.

- Come again? - It's just that I need to

concentrate on work and if we're making out,

then I'm going to be concentrating on that,

and I-I really need to get published

and I can't have any drama. Plus, I-I wouldn't want anyone

to think I'm only here because of you.