Tell Me Lies

I'm never gonna get used to saying the word "fiancée."

- Hi, Lydia. -

- Are you nervous about going back? - No.

Well, if that little gremlin even looks in your direction, call me.

I can't be here anymore, Stephen.

If I did it, you can do it.

I've been looking at brochures for boarding schools.

Would anyone like to share their work? Yes, Caitie?

"Her parakeet was splintering into pieces."

I can't wait for you to get these fucking LSATs over with.

If I don't get above a 170,

I might as well not even come back next semester.

I thought you were cute, but you've always had a girlfriend.

I had a good time last night.

Would you like to stay for breakfast?

Yeah.

This is Stephen DeMarco, your new TA.

I'm sorry again about my teammates being dicks to you.

- Diana kinda told me off. - Diana did?

I need to tell you something. I'm sleeping with Oliver,

Marianne's husband.

- You haven't told anyone about this? - Of course not.

If anyone found out, it would derail my life.

I'm not used to being with somebody that's not lying to me.

I've never gotten to sleep next to you and wake up with you.

Okay. I'll work on that.

Stephen was in the car with Macy.

He saw her die and didn't fucking do anything.

Didn't call for help. He just fucking left her there.

I knew you were fucking crazy, but this is next level.

Based on your symptoms, all signs point to a panic attack.

Now, the only unusual thing that came up is this rib right here.

It could be from a car wreck, from the impact of a steering wheel.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

- - God, this printer.

I swear, this is like a fucking social experiment.

It keeps saying it's printing, and nothing's happening. I...

Oh, uh, here, l-let me try?

I've been dealing with these printers for four years.

Okay.

So Wrigley said that you talked to him

about getting the football team to leave me alone.

Yeah, I-I did.

Thanks.

It was nice of you.

Those fucking boys.

They're too old to keep being such pieces of shit.

- - What?

No, no, yeah. It's just, like,

why can't they be more mature like us?

- -

Thank you.

Yeah.

And... I think we're very mature.

Next week, we'll be getting into the first-person pieces,

so make sure you're caught up on the reading, okay?

Well, that's all for today. And happy Halloween!

I gotta run. I'll see you later.

Okay.

- Oh. Sorry, Caitie. - It's fine.

- You good? - Lucy?

Can I talk to you quickly?

Yeah.

Is everything okay?

Well, something has been brought to my attention.

I saw you applied for Art of the Short Story next semester.

- Yeah. - But when I tried to add you,

I wasn't able due to your GPA.

A minimum of 3.2 is required, and you are at 3.0.

No, no, that doesn't make any sense.

My GPA should be much higher than that.

Apparently, there was a class you dropped earlier this semester.

I-I did, but the registrar just said it would be an incomplete.

But an incomplete is factored into your average as a zero.

Fuck. I did not...

know that.

So why did you drop the class?

My ex, he found out what class I was in.

He signed up to be the TA to mess with me. I don... I don't know.

Should I talk to someone about this?

No. No, no, no. I-It would just make it worse.

If someone is making you feel unsafe in your classes, this isn't okay.

I don't feel unsafe.

He's not dangerous. He's just a fucking asshole.

Are you sure? 'Cause sometimes, it's hard to tell the difference.

This is so frustrating. This is so frustrating.

I've worked so hard this semester.

Alright.

Let me see what I can do to help you with your GPA.

I would hate for this to ruin opportunities for you.

Thank you. That would be amazing. Thank you.

So, any fun Halloween plans?

Yeah. Yeah, my friend's coming to visit. I'm gonna go meet her now, actually.

What about you?

Nope. No plans for me at all.

My husband is actually out of town this weekend,

so I have all the house for myself, which I don't mind.

Lucy!

Yes! Oh, my God!

I missed you so much!

I missed you, too. I'm so excited.

No, you have no idea. Thank God you're here.

- I'd be in such a bad mood otherwise. - Why?

That class I dropped because of Stephen

fucked with my GPA. They're counting it as a zero.

How does he still manage to ruin things even when you're not with him anymore?

I-I don't know. I'm just... I'm trying not to focus on it.

He would be so happy if he knew.

I really hope we run into him this weekend.

I wanna tell him to his face what a piece shit of he is.

Let's try and avoid that, okay?

- - Come here.

Oh...

I'm so happy you're here.

Bree! Lydia's here!

- Oh, my God, hi! - Hey!

- So nice to meet you. - I have heard so much about you.

What are you... What are you packing for?

Um... Oh, my, um...

foster sister invited me on this last-minute weekend thing.

- I'm sorry I'm gonna miss your visit. - Oh, it's okay. Next time.

Um, I'm gonna go put all my stuff in your room.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Take this, and I-I'll be there in a second.

- Bye. -

Your foster sister?

Okay.

Oliver is surprising me.

He got us a hotel room in Rhinebeck.

I just... I didn't wanna make you feel weird and complicit by telling you.

No, that... I... That's...

That's so nice.

Please don't hate me.

The only guy who's ever taken me to a hotel was Evan this summer,

and it's probably because he felt guilty.

No, you should... You should go and have fun.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

It's the first time we get to spend a whole weekend together.

Wow.

Can you cover for me with Pippa?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Thank you.

You sure Diana's okay with me staying here this weekend?

Yeah, she's at my place half the time anyway.

Why do you look constipated?

Because they're posting the LSAT scores today,

and the website's not fucking loading.

I'm surprised Mom likes Diana so much.

Why?

Because she normally can't forgive people for having money.

- - Holy shit.

Holy shit good or holy shit bad?

- I got a 174. - Is that good or bad?

- It's really good. - Diana!

I have not been able to breathe normally for fucking weeks.

Did you check yours? Did you... Did you do okay?

Very okay.

Yes! Yes!

- Come here. Holy shit! - Okay.

- Congratulations, you fucking nerds. -

I'm gonna go jump in the shower.

- Ah! -

- Yes! Come on! - Wait, Stephen.

My LSAT was not good.

Yeah, funny.

It isn't a joke. I barely broke 150.

I didn't wanna say anything in front of Sadie and ruin the mood.

Wait, what?

- How's that even possible? - I don't know.

I was so stressed that week. The stuff with my mom.

- But you said you felt good. - I did! I...

What does this mean for law school?

I probably can't apply this year.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We're supposed to go together...

And live together.

I know! It's... It's a fucking disaster.

I'm sorry.

Let's deal with it after Sadie leaves.

Please.

Anything else I can help you with?

You can just, uh, pop it down there.

Oh, and, uh, thank you.