Awkward.

Previously on Awkward...

You've been so saran-wrapped around Jake,

you can't even see it.

I'm not clingy. Matty is.

- Nice job, McKibben. - What?

You were totally sabotaging them.

Your dad left today.

It's not just for a few days, is it?

No.

Post my parents' separation,

I'd spent a lot of time playing the blame game.

And nine times out of ten,

the onus of their split landed on me.

I regretted ever saying anything about the letter,

and I was consumed with guilt.

So I was willing to be with anyone

and do anything to avoid feeling like a bad person.

My mom was also looking for redemption.

And while our relationship was still on shaky ground,

she needed a little hand-holding,

willing or otherwise.

She wasn't good at being alone.

Not that she excelled at being in public either.

Everyone, please open your bibles to Psalm 46.

Oh, no, thank you.

I think we're supposed to put money in.

At least there was one saving grace

to getting up early on a Sunday.

This was enlightening, but let's go

before the welcome committee takes us hostage.

I probably should have tried to save my mom,

but sometimes, you just have to save yourself.

Check.

Check.

Double check.

Jenna!

You have to come to the retreat.

On Saturday night, there's a "Saints and Sinners" party

that we secretly call "haloed bros and biblical hos."

And then on the Sunday, Jesus forgives all your sins,

and there's a taco party!

- So you going to come? - Hmm.

What would Jenna do?

I'm thinking about it.

And I was.

Since my home no longer felt like a safe haven,

I was open to exploring gods.

Maybe it was going to be a new day.

Pastor Don! This is Jenna.

She's the girl we've been praying for.

Remember? The harlot who stole my boyfriend.

Scratch that. It was judgment day.

You're going to church camp? With Dim Sum?

It's a retreat, which I could really use,

given all the chaos going on with my parents.

I think I need a little spiritual guidance right now.

Well, if they tell you to drink the kool-aid

- and take a nap, don't. - It's a church, not a cult.

If you want a retreat, why not just hole up with me?

I'm grounded for the weekend, so we can do blah-di-na together.

Thanks, but I really need to clear my head.

What I'm going through can't be fixed

by stuffing my face in a rom-com-athon.

And why are you grounded?

'Cause Ricky Schwartz got me suspended and ruined my life!

Suspension. Nice.

I like punishment.

Hey, Kyle. How's your band?

Jenna lives? We broke up.

Started getting too much attention

from the mainstream, you know,

like jocks, class presidents, that type.

I didn't want to be a sellout.

Are you talking about Jenna?

No.

He was totally talking about you.

I knew he was a stalker.

"Take it outside"?

Where have I heard that before?

Apparently, I wasn't the only one

who had lost faith in myself.

My stalker had too.

Maybe it was time for a little divine...

Intervention?

Why do I need an intervention?

Because your "holier than thou" bit is getting old.

I'm losing patience.

Isn't forgiveness Jesus's whole deal?

I mean, he didn't judge that hooker with the burning bush.

Sadie, you made me do evil things,

and now JC is mad at me.

That's why he took Jake away.

No. Jenna took Jake away.

And she's repenting,

which is more than I can say for you.

Jenna's going to my church

and probably coming to my retreat this weekend.

- Of her own volition? - Yeah.

I think we're finally going to be friends.

Maybe even best friends.

Got a minute?

I actually have another appointment,

but, ugh, that kid's a total snooze.

So, yeah, have a seat. What's going on?

I've been having a hard time lately.

Are you off your meds?

I was never on them.

I'm depressed

because my parents are separated.

- Your dad's single? - What?

That must be hard for you.

I mean, considering how attractive he is.

Oh, now you're going to have to compete

with other girls for his attention.

Do you think he likes them young,

or is he into ladies... his own age?

I don't know, and I don't care.

What I want is for my parents to get back together.

I feel like their breakup is my fault,

and it makes me question who I am.

Internal reflection is good, helps us mature.

Which is why I'm going on a church retreat.

With Bible-thumpers?

I think putting my worry into a higher power

will bring me some comfort, you know?

J., do not be seduced by the doughnuts.

It's not about the doughnuts.

It was kind of about the doughnuts.

Listen, when I was your age, I got mixed up with a group

of "good kids" too.

Lured me in with the sugary, fried treats,

made me feel accepted, and then, slowly but surely,

I started judging anyone who drank coke

and didn't wear bloomers.

It's a slippery slope, J.

Religion is all about preying on the weak,

and you, my friend--

You're an easy target.

While I wasn't convinced

that religion was about exploiting the weak,

in my vulnerable state, I couldn't take the risk.

I'd have to find another way to soothe my soul.

And if I wasn't going to lean on Jesus,

I'd lean on Jake.

Dude, she was just checking you out.

Yeah, so?

So she's hot, right?

Dude, you gotta get out of this funk.

I will, I just need some time.

Please don't talk about that girl again.

- Hey. - Let's just drop it.

Oh, hey, babe.

Matty needs a cool girl's point of view on something.

- Nah, I don't. - He does.

He's been totally fixating on some lame girl.

- I didn't say she was lame. - No, I did.

If Matty was going to fixate on a new girl,

I'm glad Jake thought she was lame.

They've been flirting and hooking up,

and now she's totally dissing him.

To be fair, been non-committal.

Matty was up to his old tricks.

And while I didn't want to hear the details,

it was nice to know it wasn't about me.

She's been leading him on since the summer.

So it was about me.

And then she ditched him over break for some other dude.

She's a bitch.

I didn't say she was a bitch.

Will you stop defending her?

Two minutes ago, you said you felt betrayed.

Tell him. She's a bitch, right?

She's a bitch.

And a relationship assassin.

Not only had I split up my parents,

but I'd come precariously close to ending a friendship.

Jake's judgment had only further cemented my first instinct.

I was a bad person, and I needed to redeem myself.

I got the answer to all your problems.

A double date this weekend. I'm going to fix you up.

I can't. I'm going to church camp.

Are you sure you want to do this?

- Yes. - But you don't know anybody.

You're going to be alone. You are not good at being alone.

No, mom, that would be you.

The retreat was exactly what I needed to clear my conscience.

People weren't judgey, they were handsy.

Ooh.

And considering all the action I was getting on the bus,

there was a solid chance

I would find comfort being embraced

by a community of loving, affectionate--

haters.

Ho-bags are relegated to the back of the bus.

All: Let's go, Jesus, let's go!

T, Sadie's here.

I need you to steal your mom's car

- and come rescue me. - I'm on lockdown, remember?

- Can you call your mom? - She's not picking up.

I came here for peace of mind,