Degrassi: Next Class

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Guys, I don't even put butter on my bread.

- - Ew...

- Truth or dare, Zoë. - Dare.

One, two, three, four, five.

Oh, God, it smells like a small animal drowned in your junk sweat.

Okay, payback time, Miles. Truth or dare?

It's time for some truth up in here.

I know. How many people have you been with?

Come on, we all know it's the highest body count here.

Yeah, well, that depends what we're counting.

- Only the full "it" it. - Come on, quit stalling.

Truth, it's, um... it's five.

Really? New additions. Okay, okay, let me guess.

Uh, Esme and... Tristan?

Or did you finally hook up with that Swedish exchange student?

Actually, um, it was Zoë. Last summer.

- You all wanted the truth. - At least we used protection.

Why? What are your numbers? Well, we know Winston's a zero.

Hey! Some of us aren't just looking to score a quick thrill and move on.

Some of us are looking to fall in love.

Tris?

This game is childish.

- What's up his butt? - I have no idea.

- Happy birthday. - It's not my birthday.

I know, but for some crazy reason,

they don't have congratulations- for-getting-into-science-camp cupcakes.

Maybe they're in the back.

Thanks, guys, but I'm still not sure if I can go, though.

Tuition's covered, but I gotta pay for the flights.

I'm sure you'll find the money and be off to Cali soon enough.

So, we better enjoy our time

as three single dudes on the prowl while we still can, huh?

- Uh, sorry, single "persons." - We're not in the same category.

And how single can you be when you're still pining over someone?

Hey, I haven't thought about Maya since...

- at least lunch. -

And this guy has two girls who like him, not zero.

I gotta get home. Enjoy the... prowl.

Hey.

I saw your little spin. You dance?

Uh... yeah, I've been known to get down.

Are you looking for work?

As a dancer? Because I dance, too.

Bring your best moves.

- Dude... she's asking me. - Dude, I need the money.

And besides, you can't be mad at me.

It's my birthday.

So, you're "back" back? No more running away with your girlfriend?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure her mom's gonna sic the dogs on me

if I come near their place.

- As if that could stop you two. - Yeah, well, Frankie's trying to be good,

which means she's got less time for me, and I got more time for you.

Well, good, because I'm serious about recording this album

while I still have my sweet co-op.

I'm gonna try to score us a management deal.

Oh, yeah! Makin' it rain. Makin' it rain.

Whoo!

It's the royalties from my videos.

Five dollars and 42 cents.

Yeah, usually, I only get, like, three-something...

which means I probably got, like, 10,000 new views.

Except for... none of my play counts really went up that much.

Well, maybe they aren't your views. Look.

- - So the extra two bucks is from that?

Yeah, I... I wrote the song, so I get the royalties.

- Okay, that's great. - No, it isn't. He stole my song.

- No, actually, he paid for your song. - Yeah, well, it wasn't for sale.

I don't get it.

Well, you draw the radius in the small circle

to the point of tangency so it's at a right angle with the chord.

That's not what I'm talking about.

If you get that, then you just plug in the Pythagorean theorem and then...

I don't get why Tristan is mad at me.

Well, he's obviously uncomfortable with your number.

- Why? Because I've had a little sex? - Well, it's a big deal to some people.

Aw, are you uncomfortable that Zoë's more experienced than you?

Kind of, but I'm sure when we feel strongly about each other,

we'll... seal the deal.

God, everyone makes it so complicated. If you wanna do it, just nut up and do it.

See, this is why Tristan's mad.

Because you make it seem like if you haven't had sex,

you're some kind of loser.

Tristan's a virgin.

Shh! Zoë told me that in secret.

Great, I know how to fix it. I'll just have sex with him.

It's that easy, huh?

If that were the solution to any of these problems, I'd be acing math.

Even though it's a whole different kind of geometry?

We're two teenage boys who like each other.

I don't think it'll be that hard to figure out.

Okay, so what's your next move?

I am going to summon my Bone to Ash.

Good. Uh, make sure you turn four of your lands

- because it costs four mana points. - Okay.

Hi. Vijay, right?

Oh, my God, Maya Matlin. Hi.

I know we have a weird history,

but I just wanna say that I love your music.

I saw that. And I need you to take down the video of you singing it.

I can't. My subscribers love it.

All business dealings with Mr. Maraj should go through me.

Baaz Nahir, his manager.

Listen, it's my song, so just take it down.

He's under no obligation to do so.

It's a cover, which he noted on his page, crediting you everywhere.

I do Beyoncé, Nicki, Adele. You're in good company.

Well, I'm about to record that song for an album,

and I can't really have your weird version out there confusing people.

Excuse me? Weird?

Yeah, it's supposed to be a romantic ballad.

- You made it all... clubby. - Maybe yours is the weird version.

Baaz!

I don't want to hurt it, but I need you to delete that song.

I... I have no bargaining power here.

Okay, fine. I'll figure out a way to save face with my fans.

I knew you'd understand.

Wait. If you're interested in representation, call me.

Oh, yeah!

All right, cool, but I think I got you beat.

- - Oh, okay.

You can't see me. You can't see me.

Okay, I dig it. I dig it.

But if it was down to you and me...

You got it! Whoo!

He's right. He's totally got you.

Like you're some expert.

Twelve years of dance training gives me a little cred, yeah.

- Ooh. - I'm around if you need lessons.

Well, thank you, but I think this guy should be taking lessons from me.

Yeah. Maybe tomorrow, man.

Good luck.

- Wait, I... I do need your help. - I thought I wasn't an expert.

Okay, fine, you're an expert in all things dance.

And?

And I would be lucky if you taught me even one move.

Please.

I need this job.

Okay... but on one condition.

You be ready to work. Hard.

Couldn't you have just brought your math assignment

down to me at the door?

Then I couldn't give it to you in my own special way.

Ignore it.

I have to tell my dad where I am. I promised I'd be home in 20 minutes.

This won't take that long.

- Whoa, what are you doing? - I think you know.

Right now?

You're obviously weirded out that I've done more than you, so...

- let's fix that. - Wait.

Are you saying there's something wrong with me 'cause I haven't had sex?

No, I'm saying it's no big deal.

Yeah, maybe for a manwhore.

Miles, do you have my charger?

Oh, geez!

Don't worry. He's, uh, fully charged.

Tristan, wait.

Your arms need to be stronger. Go again.

- -

Strong arms! Go again.

Why? Why, so you can tell me that I'm doing it wrong again?

Geez, who hurt you?

No one! Okay? It's me. I can't do anything.

Tiny's got his science thing. Grace has her computery stuff.

I can't even handle the job of boyfriend.

- Seriously? - Yes, seriously!

Maya dumped me, and she was probably right to

because I'm terrible at pretty much everything.

I meant, "Seriously, are we talking about some other girl right now?"

Dance is about confidence, fighting the doubt.

So forget about her and fight it. Do you think you can do that?

Yeah.

Okay. Let's go again.

I need that magazine.

I'm in the middle of a very important profile on Brody Jenner.

Well, I gotta return it to Tristan, so...

- You guys should get to school. - I'm gearing up.

I made it through yesterday. I think today will be easier.

Good. And straight home afterward.

Hunter's out of the hospital today, and I'm throwing a thing for him.

Like a getting-out-of-the-psych-ward party?

- Is that appropriate? - A get-together. I'm proud of him.

I even invited Tristan. He friended me on FaceRange. Isn't that adorable?

Yeah.

Or do you want me to uninvite him?

- Nah, I got to talk to him, anyway. - Okay.

Are you breaking up with Tristan because of... yesterday?

When he rejected me sexually?

- La-la-la-la-la-la-la. -

Doesn't matter. It's over, anyway.

Because he wouldn't sleep with you? Isn't that a little harsh?

Not "wouldn't." He doesn't want to.

Tristan likes you. A lot.