Awkward.

Previously on Awkward...

- You accepted a real ring? - I couldn't say no.

He was gonna break up with you.

He said he was still into Jenna.

You can't hurt me because you are Jake,

and I'm Matty McKibben.

That over there, that is weird.

Ever since Spring Break, senior year had been

about taking things a little less seriously.

Instead of worrying about GPAs and college acceptance letters,

we'd be filling our calendars

- with parties and pranks. - _

But for some of us, our calendar was a reminder

of all the things we weren't following through on.

Tamara, you have been

not breaking up with Adam for three weeks now.

Valid point, Judge Moody, but in my defense,

I have a legit reason for every one of those days.

I had a horrendo zit on that day.

Adam worked out in front of me on that day.

Adam worked out in front of me on that day.

You know, I totally thought I was anti-sweat.

Turns out I'm totally pro-persp.

Tamara, you can't keep up this fake-bride act forever,

and I sure as hell can't keep up this fake-maid-of-honor act.

I don't understand why you can't just end it.

Unless...

Are you in love with him?

As if.

He's a great guy, Jenna,

but I am a 17-year-old girl who has a whole future

of having sex with guys who just worked out ahead of her.

I'm going to end the engagement, I swear.

"Count me in. Can I bring a plus-one?"

What does that mean?

"See you tomorrow night." What are they talking about?

Oh, that. That's just the engagement party

that you're hosting tomorrow night.

Aw, you're the best maid of honor ever.

Tamara!

Tamara, get back here.

Take a chill pill, Solange Knowles.

What is all this crap?

Wedding cake designs, table assignment chart,

fabric swatches?

You had save-the-dates printed?

Get your hands off my STDs.

Oh, suddenly, it all makes sense.

- What does? - You are in love.

Already been over this.

With wedding planning.

Oh, please.

Not just in love, obsessed,

addicted to place settings and designer invites.

This one smells like lavender.

T, you have to stop this. It's not right.

It's embarrassing.

Oh, cinnamon. Stop it.

They're like Kettle chips. Once you start, you can't stop.

You have to be honest with Adam.

You're right.

It's just this engagement party was Adam's idea,

and he's so excited to meet all of my friends.

T, he thinks he's marrying you. Call him.

He's already in the car. What if he drives off a cliff?

Fine, then when he gets here.

Okay. "Hi, Adam.

"Thanks for driving two hours to our engagement party.

"These are my friends.

"So I don't love you, but, please,

help yourself to a chicken croquette."

Tamara had a point,

an idiotic one, but still, a point.

She had let things go too far with Adam,

and getting out of it at this exact moment

was not going to be easy.

I'll break up with him in the morning.

It'll be better over brunch... a brunch-up.

I promise. Just, please, as my BFF,

help me get through this party.

Adam is so looking forward to it,

and he's probably sitting in traffic on the 405.

Fine.

This means so much to me, Jenna.

I hated when she pulled the BFF card,

but this time, there were going to be limits.

Fine, but it ends tomorrow.

No more living in your deranged wedding fantasy land.

Tomorrow is truth and reality land.

So where are we having this thing?

- Your house. - What?

Chillax. Your mom said she's cool with it.

She and your dad are heading down to San Diego

for the weekend for a pre-baby bone-a-thon

now that your mom's nausea has died down.

Lacey confides in me.

Plus, she's so excited for my engagement,

which is great, because there's no way in hell

I can tell my mom.

Also, hello. You're maid of honor.

_

What's it take to be number one?

Some are just born with it,

but there's a whole bunch of other junk that helps too...

dedication, protein bars...

You nervous, babe?

No, not at all, just bored.

Jake, you're sweating through a suit jacket.

Okay, yeah. I'm a little nervous.

This scholarship would be huge for me.

Ten grand... it could decide what school I get to go to.

You deserve this scholarship...

your grades, the extra work you've been putting in.

You've been killing it on the soccer field.

You got this.

You think so?

Yeah, just fix your tie

so you don't embarrass me when you give your speech.

Also, I want to say big ups to Jesus and Quest Protein Bars.

This award is for you guys. Whoo!

Congrats, Peter.

Now, for the Ryan O'Connell Scholar Athletic Award.

Matty McKibben.

Hey. Uh, wow.

This... I mean, this is really... It's cool.

So, yeah.

- Thanks. -

Now, for the Chester A. Arthur Award

for Aerobic Kickboxing...

Why are you so dressed up?

It's an engagement party.

I'm being respectful.

Aw, how sweet.

The two losers throwing the party will be so surprised

when someone shows them respect.

Maybe I'll wear deodorant.

How's the housing application coming?

- "Smoker"? You don't smoke. - Yeah.

I don't snore either,

but if I don't want to end up sharing a room

with some sea slug who smells like butt

and hides weird cheeses under her bed, I have to lie.

It's the surest way to a single.

My aunt has this thing called night terrors

where she screams in her sleep.

My Uncle Bralio has to sleep in the pantry most nights.

I am totally using that, along with IBS.

What's that?

Irritable bow... Let's not talk about it.

I might want to have sex again later.

All addicts need an enabler,

and my BFF wedding planner was no exception.

All I had to do was kick back with a few friends

and get through one more night of lies.

Piece of cake.

This is what you brought to my engagement party...

a pizza that you ate two slices out of?

I didn't realize it was gonna be so elaborate.

I thought it was just gonna be

a bunch of high-school kids getting drunk.

But it's the last night of your fantasy,

so I'm glad you went all out.

So why are these butterflies in jars?

Those are party favors. There's two in each jar.

One represents Adam, and one represents me.

Ooh, that must be Adam and Brian.

I mean Adam.

Oh, my God.

- Brian's coming? - T?

Turns out he's the best man, Jenna.

This is so uncomfortable for me.

Okay. Take it down a notch.

So you let Brian station his soldier in your camp,

and then you both shipped off.

The feeling was mutual.

You said it yourself, so what's the ish?

The ish is I don't know if the feeling was mutual.

He's called me, like, four times since,

and I sort of never called back.

You've put me in a really bad position, T.

Well, don't be all mad at me.

You would have known he was coming

if you would've checked the invite that you sent out.

Also, is that what you're wearing?

Welcome. Come in.

Deviled egg?

I hope it's okay that I brought a friend.

Since Matty ruined his life by being a drunken knob,

no one would come with him, and knowing this party

guaran- -teed to be epically sad,

there was no way I was missing it.

So happy to be here.

Oh, and I brought a plus-one.

Deal.

Thank you for having us.

- You'll make a beautiful bride. - Okay.

Everyone help yourself to a glass of wine on the way in.

I'll take a beer if you have it.

Uh, this isn't a kegger, McKibben.

Oh, what up?