Awkward.

Previously on Awkward...

This book had a huge impact

on my journey as a writer.

Maybe it can do the same for you.

Matty, this is my friend Bailey.

Thank you for coming.

- Prom. - Prom.

I just wanted to make sure

that you were cool with me asking Bailey.

So you want to take Bailey to prom.

Is that okay?

It's awesome.

Fantastic. She's fantastic.

You're fantastic. It's-- it's fantastic.

- She's gonna be stoked. - You think so?

Why wouldn't she? You're Matty McKibben.

And I was Jenna Hamilton,

the idiot who finally knew

she had permanently messed up

the best relationship she'd ever have.

What did he say?

How did he ask?

He's taking someone else.

Oh.

Sweetie.

Can I just be alone?

Of course.

I was a fool to think all the bad

I had put into the universe

could so easily be forgotten.

Matty's rebound with Devon

had paved the way for the real deal.

And the real deal was not going to be me.

It was going to be Bailey.

I naively thought I was finally back

on solid ground, but the sad truth

revealed that my foundation was too weak

to handle a simple rejection.

I was falling apart, unraveling,

and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I had to make a virtual escape.

At the height of my despair over a boy,

I had strangely found solace in the arms of a man--

Russell Jonathan.

His tale of self-destruction

followed by eventual self-redemption

was like food for my soul.

It was as if he was speaking directly to me about me,

and all I wanted to do was crawl back

into the comfort of his words.

So I did,

because the book had become my new obsession...

and distraction.

I was reading it over, and over, and over again,

using it as my excuse

to excuse myself from life.

It had become my security blanket,

and I didn't want to leave the safety of its pages.

Earth to Jenna.

You there?

- Hey, I was reading that. - Uh, we know.

But when are you gonna be done?

I don't know. Let's find out.

How about engaging in life for a minute?

Converse with your parents, call your friends,

or hell, at least read another book

by the same guy.

Oh, my God. Genius.

That thought hadn't even crossed my mind.

No good deed goes unpunished.

The idea that my new love affair

with Russell Jonathan could continue

to grow and evolve was beyond comprehension.

Not only was I on a quest

to find out more about his work,

I suddenly needed to know everything about the man,

the man who was changing my life word by word,

the man who just totally and completely

spoke to my heart, the man who was maybe

my soul mate and who was--

Mr. Hart?

I had been rocked.

The world as I knew it was suddenly

very unsettled and confused.

Matty was taking Bailey to prom,

and I was possibly having feelings

for my newfound literary hero,

Russell Jonathan, AKA Mr. Hart.

Could it be that Hart's disgusting

and disgruntled demeanor was just a facade

hiding a uniquely beautiful man?

Or was he just the most brilliant writer

I had ever read?

Either way, I felt bamboozled.

All right.

You lucky remaining half-wits,

we're gonna learn something today called a "Callback."

It's your last assignment of the year.

Does anybody know what that is?

Anyone?

Okay, let me give you a clue.

What did I ask you on the first day of class?

Peep show.

You asked us to give you permission

to torture us.

Yes. Yes, I did.

And have you been tortured?

I've been standing in the hall

every day for the last two months.

You see? I was true to my word.

And my only hope is that one day,

you'll all remember to be true to yours.

But that wasn't the question.

- Anyone else? - You asked if we were morons.

I did, and you are, but that's not it.

What about the time you asked if we were inbred?

No, that was just for you.

Seriously, guys. It's not that hard.

Mr. Jennings, no insightful retort?

No.

I have it.

You asked who we want to be.

And bingo was his name-o.

Very good, so now, it's time for all of you

to reflect on the past year

and write me an opus

about who you want to be.

Due tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Hey, uh, Hamilton. Not so fast.

What was that sigh about?

I-I didn't sigh.

Oh, you did.

Okay, fine.

I sighed because I don't know who I want to be,

let alone who I am.

But I do know who you are, Russ.

I had stoked the fire

and let Mr. Hart know what I knew.

But what I still didn't know was

if I was infatuated with him.

I am struggling with some strange romantic feelings.

Mm. Unrequited love.

I don't know if I would call it "love."

The feelings are potentially irrational

and reactionary towards feeling lonely,

not to mention the age difference

is totally sketch.

I'm pretty sure I know

who you're talking about.

It's not that big of an age difference.

Are you kidding? It's massive.

Well, I guess if we're counting in cat years.

Did I mention that a union would be illegal?

- And gross? - In what state?

- Maybe Delaware. - What is wrong with me?

It's not like I actually believe

that I'm in love with him or anything.

Inspired, sure.

But is it possible to love someone

who enjoys humiliating you?

I'm not so sure he enjoys it,

and remember it takes two to tango.

What? I-I've never humiliated him.

We could debate the details all day,

but the truth is you seem really pained

by this whole situation, and frankly, I get it,

with everyone talking about it and all.

Eh-- everyone knows?

I haven't told a soul.

- Well, your mom told me. - My mom knows?

Yeah, and then I told some kids

who may or may not have blabber of the mouth.

But come on, did you really think

he was gonna ask you to prom

after everything that happened?

Why would Mr. Hart ask me to prom?

Mr. Hart?

Ugh. No.

I'm not talking about that old perv.

He's not even allowed at the prom.

It's too much cleavage.

Uh, then who are you talking about?

Matty. I heard he dissed you.

Everyone's talking about that?

Psh.

No.

Not everyone.

Mary at the front desk didn't know

until I told her.

Do you want my advice?

Reinvent yourself

before you're the butt of everyone's joke.

Seemed like Val had gone back to the crack pipe.

There was no way I was the butt of everyone's joke.

No one cared what happened with me and Matty.

Finally, Jenna got a wake-up call.

She's not all that.

Matty definitely traded up.

Bailey Parker's the new and improved version of Jenna.