Awkward.

Previously on Awkward...

Next fall, I'd be starting a whole new life.

I have this great photo of you.

Nothing happened that night, and you know it.

Is there a reason why you haven't sent me my essay?

Matty, you want your essay so bad,

why don't you go and get it yourself?

You left something in my bed last night, girlfriend.

Nice try.

The senior ski trip was legendary--

legendary for being less about hitting the slopes

than just hitting it.

The only thing I was gonna be hitting

was my ass on the snow.

My boyfriend was stuck in his dorm studying,

and I could barely ski.

Did I really need to be here to watch a bunch of ski bunnies

hump like bunnies?

Hey, Jenna.

Do you want to sit by us?

Fair warning, big ass bus plus windy roads

gives me major motion malfunction.

You may see winter chunderland before winter wonderland.

Lovely.

Palos Hill seniors.

We are about to embark on a journey

that will rock your world and blow your mind.

Especially because I came up with a novel social experiment

to tear your walls down, to get real.

Hashtag realness.

To get you ready for college

with open minds, open hearts, and open souls.

What about open orifices?

Now, because colleges assign the roommates randomly,

I have decided to override all of your rooming requests

and assign your roomies randomly.

Everyone needs to break out of their cliques.

Cliquishness leads to bullying,

and you know how I feel about bullying.

I have zero tolerance.

You keep interrupting me, mouth breather,

and I will make your life a living hell.

Scoot over.

Who'd you get?

Gloria?

Oh, my God,

Whoria Gloria, the hookup queen?

Housekeeping will need to change her sheets

every ten seconds.

Let's not be judgy.

Thank you.

Do you know what it's like being pegged in this school?

It's a snake pit.

I was the suicide girl.

I know.

Anyway, I'll hardly ever be in the room.

Cold weather makes me horny as fuck.

Look at that desperate deviant.

How can she even look you in the eye

after leaving her skivvies in your sheets?

Wow.

Look at you, museum of tolerant.

Well, people do desperate things when they're in love.

Oh, please.

Says the girl who stayed up for 96 hours

catfishing her boyfriend with a bad Australian accent.

Judgy-wudgy was a bore.

Eva's his problem now.

Cute that you think that,

but I'd keep my eyes open.

She's really threatened by you.

Well, I'm not threatened by her.

Ugh.

Jake is all over Lissa,

which is just horny desperate,

the Hail Mary pass at the vestal virgin.

And that's Jake's problem.

Why are we spending so much time

worrying about other people's problems

when we can focus on our senior ski trip?

Okay, this whole reasonable thing you're doing?

So boring.

Matty, can you get rid of the barnacle for a second

so we can talk skiing?

Sadie.

It's fine, Matty; she needs some time with you.

I understand.

Okay, let's talk black diamonds.

Sadie, Eva and I are on this trip as a couple,

and she's starting to pick up on your hostility.

Oh, good.

And, to be honest,

she's worried about you.

That you-- you might have feelings for me.

Okay, you can't be serious.

She told me about your conversation.

What conversation?

I don't talk to that freak.

Our kiss.

How hurt you were that I didn't think it meant anything.

But I just want you to know how much I love you, okay?

As friends.

It's better that we lay all our cards out on the table

and communicate our feelings.

You are so right, Matty.

And now I'm going to communicate mine.

No, no, no! No violence!

No violence. Zero tolerance.

Eva started it.

She's right.

I don't know what I did, but I'm sure I deserve it.

No, no, no, sweetheart.

You mustn't blame yourself.

Everyone, this is a teachable moment.

The victim, the abusee, is blaming herself

for the abuser's hatred and violence.

Well, guess what?

Not on my watch.

I've decided to carpe all over this diem.

This is our one and only senior ski trip.

If that means I take a walk on the slutty side, I'm in.

You know, your hair looks great lately.

It really-- it shines.

Thanks.

I've been using argan oil.

It gives me volume too.

I am not spending this ski trip solo.

Not everyone's gonna be hooking up, T.

We can ski together.

The only slopes that need riding are mine.

Hey.

You guys super psyched for our senior ski trip?

This air is oppressive.

So clean.

How are we supposed to breathe air without toxins in it?

Dude, check out Groper.

Major meat in these woods.

Time to go hunting.

- Hungry! - Hungry!

So you want to hit the slopes with your pops?

I can shred.

You know what would make this senior ski trip super great?

If I could pretend my parents weren't on it with me.

Honey, you're going to college in less than nine months.

We don't have that much time left together.

Just ski with us.

- No? - No.

- Please. - No.

Don't worry, Ty Ty, it won't hurt you.

It's just like rain, only cold.

I have skied in Switzerland, dear sister.

Gstaad is epic.

Tyler is so full of surprises.

I didn't even know he had a word for snow.

Hey, Tamara.

Want to go for a run.

I am so up to go down.

Down the mountain, I mean, right now.

Cool.

Jenna?

I'm still psyching myself up.

Go ahead.

Jenna.

You remember your father saying he would teach me to ski, right?

You remember me saying I'd put her in ski school.

You are an old man.

You cannot keep up with Matty and Jake.

Fine, let's get on the chair.

Oh, God, the chair?

No, I'm not getting on that thing.

Well, as far as I know,

that's the only way up the mountain.

Hey, you.

I need you in the singles line.

The singles line.

Skiing equivalent of being

the loser no one wanted to sit with in the cafeteria.

J!

You look like a sadsy over there all by yourself.

You want to go on a run with Biggie and me?

No, thanks.

I'm waiting for someone.

It's not freshies,

but any snow is good snow, right?

Welcome to my mountain, and be safe.

Whoa, hey, freshie.

No bear paws in my honey pot.

Oh, hey, look, it's the Three Musketeers.

You want to come shred with your folks?

No, thanks.

I'm-- I'm good.

Come on, cupcake.

Kevin. Kev-- Hel-- help me.

My snow adventure was already a meltdown.

I really needed some TLC.

Oh, there we go.

There we go.

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Hey, beautiful.

It was like magic.